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TODAY

A new sheet, A new slate

A new day to kill my thoughts

The little I know of my fate

Is of no use against that which I now sought


New doors open, new hands shake

Lost in thought a new challenge arise

A new prayer, a new wish I rather make

Instead all I see in front is my demise


Right where I sit, I finally understand

The rising sun, a sign of time leaving me

Forsake me not I scream at God’s leaving hand

Even right here at the beginning, his consent has left me.

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