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Understanding of the End

The time is upon us, yea it is at hand, Things are not what they seem Im not sure that i really understand What do you want from me, Is it me? What do i do, Do I need to take your hand? Who are these adversaries and What is their plans?, Am I an instrument, for the ultimate end Or is it another lesson to be learned, That alone, I can not stand. What do my dreams mean, are they signs from you? Are they prophecy, are they the glue to the pieces of my life, that lead me to you?

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