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pain


what does it mean to be stuck in a cave with people who don't have nothing positive to say, people continue to treat you like poo acting like their better because they have more money than you. hatred in every room satan says ahahah hell your doom but God says have you not consider my faithful servant.  Job he is the one many don't want because inspite of his sinfullness that he was born with he continues to fight he doesn't allow the bulders that fall from the mountain top to hit him in his eye destroying his vision instead he blocks it hurting his arm but atleast he can still see clearly and he can still get away from the danger that so easily trys to destroy him do to the fact that his belt is buckeled tight with truth not lies and his walk is peacful because he has the proper sandals on his feet. putting on his breastpate to protect his vital organs from being damaged and his heart to stay pure before his lord he doesn't know what his future lies ahead in store but what he does know is that do to his faith their are many open doors. shilded with the faith of a mustard seed giving him the strength to believe on what he cannot yet see come to pass their are times when he tells hisself will this ever last or will it pass like the ashes of a human being when they have tooken their last breadth and been premated thrown into the ocean so that they can live in peace and be scattered across the world he's gone and their is nothing that we can do I have hired a maid because I can handle the everyday work in all htis pain. she crys so much she made a massive hurricane and yet it  continues to flood in her life anger, hatred and strife but the moment she picked up the knife God wisper a loud NO!!!!! I WON"T LET YOU TAKE YOUR OWN LIFE!!!!!!it was then that she began to cry harder but this time she was in the arms of her father who sits up high and looks down low never will you ever underestimate how much grace and mercy that's been shown. But because of that she has stood on her feet got in the boat and now she has the strength to carry on.

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eaglesore1

I am 23 and im going to live my dream i refuse allow racism or poverty stop go ahead gossip about me about how im being struck by lighning and how i was bit by a pitbull walking one day on my way to school white man don't want me to get my education tell me no everytime i ask a question about why they don't like the color of my skin turning my own people against me dis me few years later you see me on the greatness latter and now you wnat to kiss me pretend to wipe my tears away but by the time you got to me i had no more tears left to shed and i was beaten by the ones close by they call you their family yet they are the main ones that are the ghost of gravity trying to weigh me down with their gravity. i am no longer abused I have made the choice step up my game and change the rules who cares if i have a cricket eye or i drool because in my fathers eyes I'm famous in my fathers eyes I'mm cool and i will walk the nations and take back what no one else could like Harriet Tubman or martin Luther king i am not afraid to lead. I would be a fool to step down off my post. as my black leader would always say we shall overcome some day.

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