As I sense a new lease
and fear is set to release,
My center cries please,
maintain this state of ease.
No more listening to the lying
that my body may be dying.
Life is pressing and prying,
to be set free and start flying.
So off I go in a race to win;
washed clean of past sin.
Embracing anew my loving kin,
receiving my gold prize win.
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