Lord please STOP the rain
Lord
make me a light so I shine down on my kind, I know am safe with you if I help
where I was helped. Her life ain’t what I thought it ought to have been; she is
barely 30 but she buries her baby, she can’t even talk but she is already an
adult, she had a lot to live for but the society killed him and she tries to
walk on the straight and narrow but trouble follows him.
All of us are
passers-by and for sure the corpse can’t wash itself however rich the owner of
the soul – before death - was high and influential in the social standing. Guns
don’t kill, its people who kill if the world is not asleep, I will look though
in the third eye.
It’s the wrong
time, we call the religious people holy but they truly are vampires baying for
the poor man’s blood. The poor man who prays daily for God to open up a way for
him. He has gone through much with trials of all sorts and that’s why he does
not twitch when people say he is carrying more than he should. Other friends
are not honest they think that every other cock crow means its morning and time
to rise; his blessings you can’t deny maybe delay them.
God bless the
souls of those who were hounded and killed themselves although we are all
passers-by I believe life is a step. The words of men are poison, they cure and
they kill please give me courage till the day you call upon me. Society count
bad things only and shuts its eyes on the good things. They laugh with me on my
face but bewitch me at heart, they laugh behind the scenes when I have problems
and are fast to announce my troubles. They desire to scuttle what God has
arranged for me and announce peace while plotting my fall.
I
will be wearing black when I come, dear; the place where you sent me and
millions of my kind has turned us into monsters maiming our own. Who would have
ever thought that your one day which is my forever would be severed by a sharp
knife, I’ve had just enough time and what I never did is done.
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