Spiritual
It's evident theres a lack of us
I'm not to know what you desire
My minds set to inspire
I know me pictured in anothers mind
Is not a sight that I desire
Another life, maybe
This life performs
Creatives drawn
We're about to attack
Witness
There is no slack
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