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Truth, surrounds a lie.


Beauty, have we forgot its true meaning. Truth. Has become so evil, a lie is more comfortable and yet we can already see through.

Babies, small little babies have become a tool for control. People will use them for every other purpose but to love and protect. All because money is on their mind. They say i love my child but turn around and live off child support like college does not exist in their children eyes.

I hear racism a lot and now i set it free. If that dwell in this world then i will let it be. If God did not put that in me, then i shall stray far from what Satan be.

If we do not read between the lines, then in line is our youth in a brand new prison. I hear religion but do not see it. I see war and candidates say stop it. Then get in to the office. Now nuclear war because of oil.

Truth. What is Truth? is it something we refuse to accept or a language of God so that we can become bless.

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