One.

Why oh why can't be all be one? Hate is now a cage with people of all age. Stuck in its grasp as we all seek to change, one against the other we can't seem to agree, race, religion, and culture is now a battle, and all we do is babble but what about the answer? Answer oh answer what could it be? Oh, wait I know what it could be! His name is Jesus, the bright and morning star is the solution his eyes like fire and his soul has a passion for both you and me. 

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