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Awake

For so long,

The believers has slept,

Nothing gets their attention,

Nobody,

Not one reacts,

They slumber,

Even as I walk among them,

Their minds are dull,

Filled with useless things,

Selfish things that don't matter,

I call out to you,

My trumpet sounds,

It is time,

I call you,

Be,

Awake.

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