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Others tell me His words are outdated,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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