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Dec 2012
The human race is destine for greatness
Humans are a sick happening
That reaches for morning light
And dreams of walking upon water
It's an illness that most urn
Not to be bowed down by the devil
But to rise above and puff out ones chest
It's this drive and motivation that makes
The human race the greatest happening of eternity
Life can be a ***** and get black as hell
But with every blackness spawns a light
A light that will be seen across the oceans and sky's
And drive one to success and beyond its wildest dreams
Have faith
Your almost home
Written by
ccisco
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