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FOR ONCE AND FOR ALL

I was once became isolated in the world
Until everyone notices me with some gifts
And it becomes a precious blessing to the class
For once and for all, the history's invented.

Beyond expectations, became a real person
In the eyes of God, a clear view wanders around
The greatest gift no one saw and already know
For once and for all, everything's so bright to see.

I was once became communicative with them
Until the day that became can't understand
The words that I have to reach out the fellow friends
For once and for all, the prey became the shame beast.

The memory cannot analyze the real facts
On the things that are mess to look like an night owl
Standing about experience that is so rabid
For once and for all, things go dis-illuminate.

I was once became disillusioned by events
And it strikes like a lightning bolt above the hill
Because of conspiracies spreads like a red bull
For once and for all, division requires strange things.

And behold the eye of the real, feisty tiger
Pressing the pain that is so heavy to imply
Humbleness lost and meek heart strangled to frustrate
For once and for all, blessing in disguise is tomb.


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