I broke my life up into pieces from pieces,
My hands and feet walk and feel my body.
The faith inside my soul is complete like him,
Colours well-taken consider me as well.
Before the knowledge has left the pen,
Your soul engages in practices of sin.
Look so deeper into sleep to find darkness,
And let the future be the guide to trouble.
Time is a test for all the people in this land,
The clarity of your conversation is vital.
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