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This is LIfe


Once upon a time there lived a boy Raised in neutral conditions Had a favorite toy Didn’t have a lot of thing That he could enjoy Always been creative And would never destroy He grew up In a Christian family Knew how to pray And already did it naturally Knew about Christ and About his love Knew from little age That devil is the enemy Lived a good life Never wanted glory Loved his parents And gave them all the respect Did his normal house duties Almost never been lazy He had a paper with “to do” list And every box was always checked He took time always studying all the homework was done Never got bad grades In any classes he elect Never sagged, Never got drunk Seems like in his life There’s nothing to perfect As the time passed by He grew much older took his first young steps into a manly life lots of thing appeared to him too heavy on his shoulder He got sometimes depressed And it caused him a strife It caused him pain That was deeper than the ocean It was sharper than a blade That was just freshly laid But the real problem was that He didn’t have enough devotion For the One and Only God By whom he was made Yes, he did go to church Yes, he did pray to God Yes he did all those things that An average Christian had But all of those prayers were Empty and automatic He didn’t think of what he was saying And his prayers became static Next thing you know He got married Had kids, a beautiful wife a big house and a good car He got a good job And amount of money that he carried He forgot about Jesus Christ And had no time to STOP even more time passed by he's already a grandpa You can't deny your kids already grew let'em fly don't even think of stoppin them dont even try he thru his hand in the air yellin out "thats not fair" pullin out all his hair fallin off a wooden chair no more strengh knees are weak haven't prayed for like a week he didn't know what was goin on but devil was playin trick who would ever think of this he takes a phone and calls his wife she picks up and he tells her that he'll cause himself a strife strife she doesn't understand whats goin on she says "whatever" and puts down the phone it was their last talk ever he takes a rope out of leather stands up on a stool ties the rope to the sealing he can't resist the pain his mind is peeling he put the rope around his neck took final look outside gave out his last breath and committed suiside Boys and girls out there Dads moms and grandparents This is not a mystery These events are transparent You may think that this is fake But this happens around the world People damaging themselves For their souls are fully sold They be thinking dis a game But life itself is harsh Devil’s hunting people all over Makin them walk under his march You might consider looking over your life Until you are full of hate you might stumble just for a moment But it already might be late Just think about your faith What you really believe? What is going to be your future And what will you receive? Will you ask God for help Or you will simply leave? How will you spend your eternity In pain or relief? At the moment that you listen to this You have a chance to decide, Many people didn’t have it For it was their time to die Do you have the ticket to heaven? Do you believe in the Holy Son? Do you know where are you going? Do you know what the Son has done?! -DnA (Dead for sin And Alive for Crhist) http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCdP8fqD3W7tg5B-AGsWrMFQ
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<p>whether it&#39;s in the bible or reality</p><p>life is what you make of it</p><p>like how you made severall references to the bible</p>

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