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In the wind of despair, my soul flies free. Forever lost in the pit, a maze becomes my heart.
He is God.   He is God not Michael or John But he is God The only one He is God Of all nations and all races Yes he is Lord And Creator of all places    
When I was little I looked in the mirror In the mirror I was holding a teddy bear In the mirror I smiled brightly This was when I was five   When I was a bit older I looked in the mirror
I declare a war, that has been necessary since the beginning of time, a war that has been put on hold for far too long.  A war that is without physical and seeable death, but full of pain and sorrow.  
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