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I am the fathers child who plays gleefully in the shadows of death.
Waiting eventually for my dearest friend called death to release me
from this carcass shell that binds my heart from freedom.
Forever stretching to reach the ungraspable wonders of the highest glories
That which is beyond the greatest kings and queens of the earth.
I am the one that pitched his tent in the valley of wickedness and called that place home.
The one who was gifted with the spirit of Kameal and the spirit of Celestee.
Maybe not everything that glitters is gold.
For I become one thing to one man yet another thing to another man.
Because in the eleventh hour I am always in the knowledge that.
"Only in the deepest darkness does the light shine its brightest."
