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12
Mar 2010
4:09 PM EDT
   

The Air That I Breath/ Conciousness/ Freedom

This darkened world in sin/ Doesn't appreciate why we exist; In fact it's the in tuned harmony to the hiiden beasts reality/ Like a fresh though- Out of the Autumn air, We oft' lose touch of our wandering existence/ Typical nomads with no sense of guidance/ We bitch , we pout, we grive/ Yet for example: Such as Moses was who had led the children of Isreal/ We only exist here for such a short time/ Hence, when his children complained the Lord sought to it to feed them manna, When the children grumbled and whined, He provided water for them to drink/ God doesn't need us, rather we need him/ There is no need to run away by which to complain and vent ! Rather be happy for the air you breath/ The sun to keep you warm, For conciousness intact to heighten your day/ Rejoice in the freedom that many there be take for granted/ Freedom's in which our for fathers fought to so desperately preserve !
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