LIVE on....
You cannot paint the world one color from the ideas of a God who made us to live with one another
from the slums in which the bums rattle their cans
only to hope for another chance at the life they have been given
as they look high above to the sky praying to the ALMIGHTY
which is not in sight
but seem to still have the spirit in which to fight
only to live another day
as the fight in the fray for sruvival...
as fellow men being our only rival.
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