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7d
What do I truly see outside my comfort zone?
All shadows of the millennium grace the land.
I tried to claim myself in moments to be one.
But all my riches and soul will be given by hand.

Human is his Name. And he is loved by all.
Perhaps I wanna understand how he is to the world.
For if man was created by the gracious one in the sky,
Then maybe it's all just one day condensed by the gracious.

It is here that the guardians will want to take flight
And proclaim a new world order and eternal monarchy.
But one hypothesis remains planted and sown in my mind,
Am I him or do I look like him? The son of the Almighty gracious.

I can fulfil miracles and promises that no one could.
I can provide food and support for those who are near
Death or final disappearance from the soil. So I can join.
Join the ranks of men as people still compare me to him.

Perhaps there is no doubt that I'm someone willing
And able to at least take on the responsibility set by those
Who came before me, along with my forefathers? Such
Questions are never answered but demonstrated by us.

But wait. Who am I to compare and assume that my
Is status always changing for the better? What am I truly
Becoming? Is this truly better for me? Silence descends and
My question is only half answered. I am not. I am not like him
Written by
Ethan Ddungu  18/M/Tanzania
(18/M/Tanzania)   
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