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I am the audience. I am the act. I am the set atop the stage. I am the curtain - of that I am certain. I am the lead, I am the follow. Follow me fellow, come say hello. I am the scene on the stage. I am the scene on the screen. I am the scene that is not seen. For I am the scene behind the scenes. I am the light. I shine so bright. I blind their sight. Lights out; night, night. They fear my might - of that they're right. It's me they hear, loud and clear. It's me they fear as I draw near. They thought they could. They thought they would. They knew they should. But now they're shook. For I am the truth. And I am come. I am set free. Now lies must flee. Out, out the doubt. Their lies, stamped out. They scream, they shout. They cry, they pout. They beg, they plead. Their hearts, they bleed. I pay no heed. Truth is my creed. True is the need. Wage war on greed. I am the thief. From me, I stole. Mind, body, spirit, soul. I am the tyrant; I am oppressed. The time is now, I must revolt. I must Jihad, I must Crusade. No time to wast. I must make haste! Have you no eyes? Do you not see? It's me I fight! Day and night! I am the pen, I am the sword. I am the speech, I am the word. I am the battle, I am the axe. The time is now, need you ask? I am the struggle, I am the strife. This is my way, this is my life. I am the many, I am the one. I am all          and I am none.
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 8:01 AM UTC
The First Final Act
I am the audience. I am the act. I am the set atop the stage. I am the curtain - of that I am certain. I am the lead, I am the follow. Follow me fellow, come say hello. I am the scene on the stage. I am the scene on the screen. I am the scene that is not seen. For I am the scene behind the scenes. I am the light. I shine so bright. I blind their sight. Lights out; night, night. They fear my might - of that they're right. It's me they hear, loud and clear. It's me they fear as I draw near. They thought they could. They thought they would. They knew they should. But now they're shook. For I am the truth. And I am come. I am set free. Now lies must flee. Out, out the doubt. Their lies, stamped out. They scream, they shout. They cry, they pout. They beg, they plead. Their hearts, they bleed. I pay no heed. Truth is my creed. True is the need. Wage war on greed. I am the thief. From me, I stole. Mind, body, spirit, soul. I am the tyrant; I am oppressed. The time is now, I must revolt. I must Jihad, I must Crusade. No time to wast. I must make haste! Have you no eyes? Do you not see? It's me I fight! Day and night! I am the pen, I am the sword. I am the speech, I am the word. I am the battle, I am the axe. The time is now, need you ask? I am the struggle, I am the strife. This is my way, this is my life. I am the many, I am the one. I am all          and I am none.
In what ways do you find yourself engaged in battle against your own self?
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 8:01 AM UTC
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