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Sync of swim

Takes the gravity to wim

No foul sin can make me grin

I rise over poverty

creating my own soverty

my bricks are stacked high

That quicken when dry

I am the one who can never die

Not a bribe that carries lies

A son to be great

No more anal wait should wait at your gape

I lie within your stars

Looming over great cars

Always hanging with the die hards

Always aiming to strike hard

I am the one with no guard

Always remember

every december

I am a God that tastes hard

A card with daring With a notion to indulge

devotion

A motion to bring emotion

To bring us hope to cope

No more misserable soap can wash me away

I am the God of hope