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Prophecy
By: Stephanie MacDonald
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It manifested like a dream
A prophecy fulfilled--
Finally, the old self was killed.
In the space between our life and death.
The sound of truth is found in breath.
Days are long when souls are cold;
When did hearts begin to turn to mold?
No more being blind to what I once refused to see
No more ignoring the potential that exists inside of me.
We all have this power within, waiting to expand.
Time to spread the light, may everyone join hands!
It manifested like a dream
A prophecy fulfilled--
Finally, the old self was killed.
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