Through My Eyes


Is this the time? The end of man?
For all who believe, please raise a hand.
God gives us signs every single day,through our heart, our minds
it was all planned this way.

Was I choosen? Am I the one?
I feel so gifted, much more
than anyone. Though I cannot
explain the way I think,
for we all have a purpose
and mine is to sync.

To sync the world I believe
is my mission, from God it is,
tis no superstition.So join
together, come one,come all
and let your voices travel tall.
Recognize that we are all gods
creatures, we're all made equal,
With individual features.

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