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Aug 2019
You mistook me for him.
Then you found how good I am?
One, who build you up?
While he constantly tearing you down.

You read me wrong.
Which you easily admitted too.
Which is understandable.
To some I'm kind, to others I'm rude.

But don't take me for a fool.
For I amaze many from the things I do.
For anyone considered to be perfect upon this earth.

Fail to recognize the one promoted the most in church.
Be not surprised, for I'm not that guy.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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