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Untie it!


Everything is never as it seems.

Worth in what you think

he or she percieves

of you

leads to invisibile poverty and frustration as the soul starts to sink.

Practice what you preach

for the focus in this case

is taken from God

and placed on each

"mistake" you discover in yourself-flawed.

Who's the King of the Universe?

To me, it's Jesus Christ-

the only One to save mankind

from the pandemic of sin,

a word that is often mislead

misread,

and justified

for the sake of those who are petrified

by its consequences.

You might wonder, "Why would a 'loving' God allow

us to see, feel, and hear pain even now?"

Well, He didn't, He gave us free choice

to choose who will be our heart's tyrrant

since the Garden

and until He comes back.

He was with you all this time

and He will never leave you

like the color of blue

in the clear sky.

I'm running out of time

just as fast as I'm running out of rhymes.

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