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Him


Others see Him as a fraud, a man who didn't exist

I see Him as my only way to exist.

Others tell me His words are outdated,

I tell them that there is a difference between old and classic,

that true morals shouldn't leave when they aren't in vogue.

Others curse Him and leave Him,

I stand by Him because He will always stand by me.

Others denied Him and killed Him.

I saw Him rise again and I will see Him again. 

 

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