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CHANGE


I sit here wondering when the world is going to change. I sit here thinking of things that can be rearranged. I sit here experimenting the peace. Like an anticipated person at a feast. Uncover the sheets the mask undercover the habits of the world hater instead of lover. Violence is the answer, at least that’s what they think. Link on the positivity and react to what’s right, tonight someone may be getting killed; damages being done no emotion of being thrilled. It’s a dangerous atmosphere and a superstitious place because of hatred, because of race. I need to chase for the escape. Just in case, it’s too late. But have faith. It’s life’s biggest reward. Helps keep your hopes up with anything you’re moving toward. Now days, it’s absurd to feel overly secured. You never know when an action can be committed. We need to get rid of it; the pain, and devastation no correlation, whatsoever. It’s clever, to think of it this way; any time and day; got nothing to say. The pain explains it’s self. You need a help understanding? Grab a book from the shelf. It’s self-sufficient, makes you smarter, and helps control your mind. Not a game, not a trick, not a waste of time. Maybe that’s what evil needed to distract them from negativity maybe that’s what ought to tame when you can’t find the possibilities. The world needs love, the world needs care; but where? Where is it? I would help you find it if you dare. I don’t care. I’ll do anything to help save this place. Become an influence and create a trace. I’ll be the tracer; they’ll be the utensil, following my every space. every line, whatever it takes. Black paper, blue paper, white paper, the color varies. They have a bunch of similarities. Who contains peace? Whose love is overrated? Who’s the big red X where the treasure is located? I don’t need a map I don’t need a ride, my faith guides me where I need to arrive. And I’ll get there alive. His kindness is waiting for me; his love is training me to be all that I can possibly be. With this transformation, I’ll change the entire nation. I’ll create a miracle though his hands. Don’t be afraid of the circumstance; the world will receive that chance. Dance, be free and express your emotions in his glory. Show that your happiness counts. Once you receive your treasure, don’t be greedy. Feed the needy you have the kindness to spare. Life changes with each act of kindness committed truthfully and fair. Ignore the pressure stay out of range. Together with God, the world can change.
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