Michael

He's always with me

That's what I've been told

From strangers, friends, and healers

since I was 3 years old

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He would sing to me

sweet angel lullabies

as I drifted to sleep

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There was a picture of us

hanging in my room growing up

Seeing my sister and I

across a bridge

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I only see him in pictures now

as a glowing blue orb

floating nearby me

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Reminding me

he's there to lead me

through the right path

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His sword of truth

always guarding me

His healing hands

always guiding me

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I've taken to his teachings

I speak words of steel

that cut through

lies weaved of silk

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Devils are often favored

for their sweet fabrications

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Angels aren't always loved

when they bear bitter truths

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Humanity can hardly

stand the sting of reality

As the sword pierces through

the veil of illusions they've weaved

within their beliefs

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I carry on as the truth teller

Holding his hand

Wielding his sword

He stands beside me

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We are an army of truth

even when standing alone