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The cross is our bridge,
Through this cruel world. The cross was our payment, When we refused to pay for it. The cross is our connection, When we lost the connection. The cross was the last option, When there were no options left. The cross is the pathway, Through the endless darkness. The cross is the only way, To get to the promised land.
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