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Truth


People walk day by day Faces are unreadable and hide a person's story We are all people created by God You think we would all be treated equal But life is not what it is made up to be Faces are unreadable and hide a person's story You can't judge someone without knowing what they've been through Still I hear the echoes of the devil's voice What happened to rights? What happened to equality? We are all people created under God He died on the cross for every single person We are his children We have been given a beautiful life Yet there is destruction and hate all around You think we all would be treated equal If only people would open their eyes We abuse the power to help others To stand up for others Where is the power we all claim to have? But life is not what it is made up to be We are far from perfection Perfection is heaven No child will be discriminated Eternal happiness for every color.
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