Why can't we all
Live in perfect peace?
Why are we imperfect?
Where's the key that
We reach out to?
No choice but sorrow,
Or so it seems.
We don't have harmony,
Some have won the
Race. Many live in
Awful dissipation while demons
Slow down the pace.
We have the choice
To tell their lies
Or even believe them
Ourselves, so turn to
The one who lives.
Once you know Who,
You will know truth,
We can have peace.
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