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10 years ago
O blind seer, what have ye for me?
To see or not to see, that which be my fate?
O tired man, mine own time waits on thee.
O pitiful fool, what have ye forsaken?
To move or not to move, this which be my choice?
O worn man, mine own future shakes on me.
O scared child, what do ye foresee?
To fear or not to fear, this which be thy future?
O shaken man, mine own heart prays for thee.
O good Lord, what have ye for me?
To die or not to die, this which be my fate?
O foolish self, mine own life is not free.
Freedom will come.
Mine heart will see...
When God takes me....
Peace.
To see or not to see, that which be my fate?
O tired man, mine own time waits on thee.
O pitiful fool, what have ye forsaken?
To move or not to move, this which be my choice?
O worn man, mine own future shakes on me.
O scared child, what do ye foresee?
To fear or not to fear, this which be thy future?
O shaken man, mine own heart prays for thee.
O good Lord, what have ye for me?
To die or not to die, this which be my fate?
O foolish self, mine own life is not free.
Freedom will come.
Mine heart will see...
When God takes me....
Peace.
