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It runs thru my veins like fire causing me to be tired.
I'm weak now my circulation is poor. My articulation is unsure.
The flow inside my soul has changed and is unpure.
I refuse to give up my fight. A warrior at heart and
so here baby here is some light. Visibility has grown
dim. I wished you a great day despite my future date
with Mr. Grim. My heartbeat beats slowly but loudly in
my ears. Reminding me that the end is uncertain and
still near. My fear was never my fear. It was my teacher.
In desperate times it was my leader. So I break off a
piece of me for you to make our future sweeter.
Tryin' to out figure the type of passion Christ had
in his heart on the cross before it grew dark. We must
learn to live together and not apart. Resist the poison
that the devil has injected. Believe that the Christ has
resurrected. If you don't then you are subjecting
yourself to be easily infected. Be redirected.
Stay connected and strengthen your family ties.
And you will avoid the poison and earn the heavenly prize....
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