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Foreordain

"Iʻm sticking Too"

Foreordain

stick a dynamite in your pride, and you will explode refine,
open a box of cracker-jacks, and you will renew your acts,
open a can of food, and it will be a tool to restore you,
stick to your path at hand, and you will end up at neverland,
but say,
my hope is to pray each day, then your destiny is foreordained. 

 

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