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faith or fate
I wasn't born into
By nine, had experienced no happiness
I wasn't yet into
The things that made a child careless
At three, I was going through
Things that made a father cry his eyes out
Now, I'm seeing through
Eyes of the fathers, I've lived 8 lives now


The tune I'm dancing to
Isn't the music angels made so David moved
The lines are crooked
Not in place as promised by the book
Wrestling, I am
Why ain't my name changed, why am I same?
Hoping on life
Why ain't my light near, there's a mark supposedly on my forehead

Faithful, faithful
My God is faithful. he's jealous and just?
Understanding, clueless
Like job I've cried, still been deprived.
Am I misinformed?
Am I the judged and truly the crucified?
Fire, fire
Through the fire I've been in, the pastor's promise a greater one


one, two, three
Three personalities, put to be just as one
Authenticity
Have these stories been proven, or I'm stupidly believing
Written promises
That I'll be better if I trusted in the trusted writers
Zero outcomes
Or so I've seen so far from my devoted attendance.


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