I was born.
I am,
For a reason.
I exist,
Because the savior deems it so,
I have a purpose to fulfil.
A vision to pursue.
The end of days are here,
There is no time.
The love of many has waxed cold,
And there is death everywhere,
Death and stink.
No one knows right from wrong anymore,
But I arise and shine,
For my light is come.
For the glory of the Almighty,
Has risen upon me,
I am light, therefore darkness be gone.
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