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Robert Bruce

All shall come to pass Like sands in a hollow hourglass. I was created out of none Thus no One’s will can be undone. Only I existed through the time I made And it was my will that made me great. There was no One to understand or hear my prayer Leaving me in the darkness of despair, Until it dawned upon my mind’s eternal throne That the voice of God was just my own.