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Dec 2015
I am nothing more than a secret in this world,
one who's answer does not lie behind a door.
You can cry out for your god.
But I will make sure he comes no more.

I will show you true change,
I will show you true terror.
I will show you the truth,
along with humanity's errors.

You can think of me as a joke,
something released upon you for hate.
But by the time you notice my change,
it will be far to late.

So take a walk to my gates.
Drown in your terror.
Wash it out of your body,
along with your errors.

Only then will you see me,
you will see the true god.
And you can call me the devil,
but he is nothing more than a fraud.
The Judge
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The Judge  18/M/Earth
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