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Awake

Not a victim of deception

I’m consciously aware of my existence

I wasn’t born of royalty

None of that blood flownin through me

Not a victim of mass manipulation

I'm the creator of the creation

I'm God cause I make life through an ***********

To me it's plain to see, that God lives inside of me

Not a victim of the slave nation

I was indoctrinated at an early age, too blind to see

Money, greed and material overcame me

Possessions like shackles broke from my ankles, now I'm free.

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jeffrey-p-mothersill
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Published
Dec 5, 2011
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