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Midnight streets are dark and cold,
Though gothic looking not yet empty.
A familiar shape forms in the distance,
Walking lonely, heading towards me..
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"Whom God Helps On Their Way"
Words tattooed across the face,
In ruins of white on pale shaded skin
Of the one as old as planet earth.
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Standing, waiting in the rain
Who would know that someone’s there
Staring in the eyes of pain
See the globe in its disdain
Look about, it ..
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These gifts that we received at birth
To humans here on mother earth
Our precious gifts are always here
To us they’re nothing really clear
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