I weather be full then

I weather be full then hungry alone then lonely greedy then needy driving then riding . Im down to my last dollar my bank account only has 1 digit which is 0 lord send me a hero not a angel but a miracle people are being brainwashed as we speak death is Easy to seek but money is hard to keep. We don't even pray anymore we just walk around lost but be quick to bow down to our boss we work over time for a extra dime we lead the blind and follow satan and then we wonder why a blessing is waiting and time is fading as the world color is shading global warming is no long warming it's a warning the birds  flying why souls are dying we all are born to die. It's so many places to explore with little time we ignore.

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