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Thank you, oh sweet Lord,
For your selfless sacrifice,
To expiate sin.

Unworthy we are,
Yet you love us still, each one,
Died that we may live.

You are risen, Lord,
That our souls might rise as well,
Beyond death's dark veil.
Like sands in strong winds,
Experience wears away,
Sweet youth's innocence.
Gangrenous is greed,
It corrupts the heart and mind,
Unless its excised.
A carnival ride,
Of limitless potential,
With little control.
Mistakes are the tools,
The Creator provides us,
To sculpt our own souls.
Students take exams,
Hoping for my approval,
Who approves of me?
I quest for meaning,
Knowing it's not mine to find,
Yet the quest goes on.
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