What will be
Do what you do, do what will be. Look in the mirror — what do I see? Not a face, but a disgrace, the definition of inhumanity. Do unto me what will be. I believe in three. All within, no one can see — but I believe. The day I am placed under that tree will be the day I’m set free.
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