Dear people,
Dear People,
I have so many questions.
Questions that seem to have a sea of answers flowing behind it.
And with these waves come confusion and delusion
but hopefully you can help me find the solution.
For here they are
the thoughts bundled within.
We give and we give than we want it all back
than we want and we want than we turn into maniacs.
I don't understand why we live this way when theres people out there who can't even find a place to lay.
We cry we whine and we throw a fit when we don't have the latest invention,
yet she's over there with the latest indention.
All the self-indulgent choices line up to create this calamity we know as the world
yet we sit back and let it take it's tole.
Why do we do that? Why do we let our life slip through the cracks in our hands?
When life is meant to be so precious.
Still to this day I do not understand.
There are people out here fighting the biggest battles of the century and it's all because of the enemy.
We all know the saying "he comes to steal, kill, and destroy"
so if that means making you feel like a toy in the game of life
by all means he'll come with the knife.
Why do we hop on the mainstream train when none of us are truly the same?
Oh look a homerun!
oh wait that's the ball game.
We read these menus hoping to God there are recipes to fix these issues.
But the only way for them to be fixed is to give it to God so we can be rinsed
rinsed with the blood of Jesus
rinsed so he could free us
So we could be free from the things we think can make us win.
We know it's wrong.
so why do we do these things we do?
this is
to be continued.
Sincerely,
Anyone
&
hopefully everyone
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