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May 2018
Light lit inside
Pulse out strong
For demons rise
All night long
The things I can change
Don't seem to help
My power is out
I clap my hands
I remain devout
Not to a church
Not to books
To true justice
To people
So when I need strength
I whisper my prayer
Broadcast the signal
Out over the air
Absolute knowing
It clips wing in flight
Weavers together
Convene and survive
A Simillacrum
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