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Death came knocking at my door

I don't have to see the pain

Of this world anymore

Finally I can rest, 

Waiting for that Day

When All Knees, 

Will bend the same way


There will be no lobbyist, 

To state our case 

And no magic pill

Will determine our faith

From the billionaire 

To the homeless on the street

We all have a faith to meet


What's the verdict 

If only we knew

It may prevent some 

Of the things we do

But we will keep living

Until that day 

When no one can tell you, 

What you need to say.



        Canhebe 2014

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