By Abpoetry
Stray far from the ways you , hold dear.
Everything that you are it , lies here.
When I get to that place , someday.
I hope to be at peace in , some way.
Nearing the end,
As I write these works,
Changing in time,
I pray it all works,
As I,
Write these lines to define a race so divine,
Its about not coming to an end but simply the
beginning to save time,
For the coppers that do not have a voice to
keep you around,
Having a chance to be free in this matrix,
Now is the time.
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