My people. The race of the forgotten past. My people, The lonely losers Who's spirit forever last. My people, the ones who dream. The ones who seek a golden city in the sky. My people, A people who live forever and never die.
My people The lost of this world. Those who can find no peace here. My people, looking for a better life.One so clear. But yet so far away. My people, The people of the spirit, of the new dawning day.
The everlasting people who's only hope is the renewed life promised long ago. Where the buffalo roams freely in the hills. And crystle waters gently flow. Where death and pain shall be no more. Where man and beast walk that sandy shore.
These are my people. We as one together live. Who's spirit is free to travel the wind. Who's soul is awaiting it's day of judgement. In hope that it may light the way for others who travel The same path. Sent To cleans the body in bloods holy bath.
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