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The world is stumbling
Sham-ambling through a series of convictions
To the black gates of hell, death and destruction.
But the cross stands in the center
And parts the masses,
I'm accumulated of amalglation of breaking points
That I would ever be ashamed
To write the glories of your name,
Because they seem boring-
Compared to some.
But how can YOU be boring?
