HOW IT ALL WENT WRONG

I almost let go to sleep UNDERGROUND
Once had this feeling that I couldn't bear IT any LONGER
Having all My problems and projects hold me BOUND
Which made My tears learn to satisfy me in times of HUNGER
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Depression found its way to weigh me DOWN
The devil I strongly believed was in charge of ME
I was thirsty for help from dusk to DAWN
Until my tears ceased to satisfy ME.
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Where is that liquid that freely flow from my EYES?
Does it mean that your pump has gone DRY?
Once, nay twice or is it rather THRICE?
Still counting, does it mean I can no longer CRY?
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"Poor Billionaire" I heard in my subconscious MIND
"I'm I also cursing myself" I said out almost shouting to the AIR
I heard again "Peace? There's no other place you'll FIND"
In confusion I ran my fingers through my combed HAIR.
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Not long afterwards, this dawned on ME
I've long been dwelling on a green futile LAND,
Walking and working normal,thinking
I'm FREE.
Never did I sit to think how that it is green but yet I couldn't STAND.
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I was right at my point of breakthrough but didn't KNOW
Just about giving up there, He stood up in my STEAD.
Jesus came and grabbed me to be with Him as I GROW
And even found me worthy to be where now He is SEATED
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Now, to cut this very long story of mine SHORT
I think I've found the greenest PASTURE.
Now I have retrieved my gold from the pig's SNORT,
I'll keep it to use it if not now, then in the FUTURE.
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I admit my ignorance to your perfect will to me all this while. Lord, just as the sun returns to its rest place for the moon to take over, I've returned to you never to look back. What a fertile ground you are oh Lord. I surrender all to you.
Yours faithfully
Ambassador Daniel Amakor

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