The Hole
You are stuck in this hole as well as I.
Does this not take you by suprise?
Death, despression, and despair inside;
the hole containing so many unfaithful eyes.
So many hearts, minds, and souls spun off track,
wondering how in the hell they'll get back.
For heaven's sake, even in church love is not shown!
Do they not expect for their hate to cause us to groan?
Now every good intended heart has been put at stake,
due to the intensity of darkness that this hole has raised.
But if we can caused this darkness not to be so,
then maybe... just maybe... we could fix this hole.
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