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Making a Living


I used to make a living out of tears Allowed myself to be in fear. All of the mistakes I made, Were never repented for the One that laid. This life has got to be new Because I can’t bear this pain for too Long on my chest, in my heart Maybe, I can start to think smart. Slip__Foot in layered holes, I thought I could control It. I can’t control it This snake bites and bit My body to sin, I could be placed in this very bin. Prayer? Help? Deliverance? Will someone give me Perseverance? No one to turn to but You; Show me what to do Save me! Save me from the serpents and the bees, From this fall -ing acceleration! Destination help me SEE…! O, real light Crusted eyes can see bright, A clear vision with no fear in sight. No fear in heart, though war may start, Confidence gives me light. No more tears and pains at night. I make my living through Jesus Christ!
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samueltfranklin
The line breaks in this poem are particularly strong. Likely the visually strongest occurs with: "Because I can't bear this pain for /too/ long on my chest"--the linking of the two stanzas with one word gives a strong impression of continuality and a determined tone.

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