Genesis Cutlivati

I have a cause, I have a purpose, I have given one. 
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My stories transcribed was to belong and understand for one. 
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I have nothing, but what life I have given for one. 
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Your reasons claim. 
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A thought lingers as if we were one, but my mind cleverly finds a devise for one. 
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I reasoned once again for what clarity I have for one. 
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As this goes on for one. 
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Mentioned to receive and give , If I was the one. As well for one, I might have an answer when I wake for one. 
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Reasons, already given as valid as is, I control. 
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They lurk, as they ponder, as they give purpose the reason was for one. 
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I take it, I will reason, by it a given for one, he is.
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You are perfect, with each given plot and ploy because as each march stands ground the story was that their were no rules. 
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They took, they made, they gave ideas to ponder with to take a hold of the evil and good and they ran with it. 
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Knowingly, that the time will come when it will be discover. The plot and ploy. 
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I saw an image, in my dream while I rest. It scared me.  Seeing how the image depicted was a consistent erratic movement of a person. 
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Unbearably, and without conscious swaying along side in a frantic movement to a genre of what is being played. 
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It proceeds as if the game started. A reason was given and they choose to remind to take what can be taken to nurture the mind. 
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That did not ask for help