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Prophecy

Prophecy

There was a baby, already betrothed to the throne, the Lord granted 3 gifts, 1. Was the gift of beauty, he or she? Was always going to be groovy, the 2nd was the gift of song, to make all of the towns folk sing along, then of course the devil had to come along, but then the final gift, was 3. It was for he or she, to just keep moving on, beat the demons, until we're awake from our sleep, just keep dreaming on, until we meet, we will stay strong, and complete, just keep carrying on, and try not to fall, and stand tall, from your seat, in your own personal hell!!! -TkETT3L- -PROPHECY- Tyler Ace Kettelhut

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