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This God Is Something Else
I sleep,half dead I roam the darkness,yet I wake then ask myself: How come?
I breathe,breathe out My heart beats,life Flows in my veins,I eat I feel,I see then wonder
I look at my reflection Masterpiece it is,big as I am Yet borne from a drop of blood I do not comprehend
In tranquil moments I reason How can these all be?Then Whispers a voice to me: This God is something else.
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