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Fighting satan I am Michael, I am Lincoln and the reaper I was thinking. Felt alone at the top. Don't really own many things. I can get who I want. I really love all the same. I'll always show you love and sometimes might get upset. Like me and dislike me because I am the truth. You might think I replied but not everything I say is directed at you. Raised by my mother a warrior in these streets. My fight is with demons my people I will keep free. Different frequencies land of nightmares and dreams. I chose to become a man protecting you from my sins. I smile at your disrespect and I forgive your betrayal. I have come to understand you were just seeking attention. Now my infatuation for you is no longer existent iskra I'll always be your friend time for different pictures. The white, red and black almost turned me against y'all. Left me pale and in hell with those heartbreaking lessons. Still I managed to forgive and I rose one more level. Now I love from a distance. The outcome of forever.