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The dark is what I am,
Fear is what I see in a man.
The deception of a person who judge me,
Only realized their outtake of oneself is only me.
What most precious to me is only my word,
And with that am free soaring high as a bird.
The factor of the matter is we all are equal,
GOD, did not make us all different as people.
One must ask. What else would you like to say?
When you take a breath and think am I promised another day?
He made us all in his unique form,
One part our mother egg and second part our father sperm.
Everything, and I mean Everything we do, we have, we earned and achieve,
Is only one questions remains. Who do you believe?
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