One of them

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You ask the mighty about all the blood

Is it the same or beneath once sight

You blame some and call some good

Is this what you claim to be the truth?

This is awkward as you flourish and rule

In the shadows of the old and unproven tales

That he made you the better of a Soul

You claim this to be another brail?

The truth is not of how or who or when

It belongs to them who believe in the essence

Of being one and now is the time

To reveal that you are one of them.

(C) (R) xdbworks 2013

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