Random Shit - Take II

I hope, they fail me.
I run, they trail me.
I live, they hate me.
I die, they recreate me.

It is not me vs 'em. It is me vs. myself.

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I dream to hope. I hope to dream.
I live, I die, I laugh, I scream.
I want the peace, not blood or wars.
I want them friends, not foes or false.
All I want is a life, that sets me free.
No more tears, no more fears,
Just two eyes, full of glee.

Who Am I?

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2 Corinthians 6:2

I will kill him tonight. A person who has never done any wrong. I will crush him quick, and drain him dry. He has longed for this day, and for so long. His sin was he loved, he cared. Now he will be thumped for this, and dazed. I tried to stall him, as for this, he was to be slayed. Salvation will be hurled upon him, as his arrogance always prevailed. Enacting the hangman, I will carry the death to him. But the sinner resides in my own soul, hence I will, solely, be the victim.

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