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Too Deep


What is it that we think we know.Is it about us you or me.For like the fingerprints each is unique.I remain in my frame of mind for most others would seek to join.Accept your joy and know what applies to you may not be the same for others.Your belief does not have to be mine.Save yourself for you can only wipe your own behind.Share your positive and boast not on the mere strength of your faith.Belief kills as well as cures.For i reveal my self on earth as one in every 2 to 200 thousand years.I need not primitive preaching of vastly misunderstood teachings.
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