Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: NYC HID Presentation As I Walk On To The Darkness I Fear Not, For I Know That The Hand Of God Is Swifter Then The Eye Of Evil As One Wrongfully Sentenced To Death Walking Slowly But Surely To His Painfully Quiet Death. Waiting For His Last Chance, A 23rd Hour Miracle, A Divine Intervene, That Will Pull Him Back Over That Thin Line That Seprates Between Life And Death. I Wonder, As A Monk Has Unsung Doubts And He Wonders, His Thoughts Wandering Down The Road That Leads To Skepticism And Mistrust. That Monk Not Understanding Why, Why The All-Mighty, Why Does He Who Makes The Flowers Grow Let The People Die, His People, His Children, His World As The Angel Lets The Sands Of Time Slip Through It's Fingers, And Be Forver Lost In The Salty Ocean. Not Moving, Watching, Over Looking, As The Monk And The Accused Walk, Each Down His Own Mental Road, Each Crossing Over. As They Walk On To The Darkness They Fear Not, For They Know That The Eye Of Evil Will Not Fail Where The Hand Of God Did
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