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Each minute passes by, and I wonder why. Can I die and know the world is by my side with arms wide crying sighs of goodbye. Or is it hello? With love from above can He accept me and see that I was free from the weary world of wandering wants. Either way, who’s to say where I lay, I’m here in the skin that I fear, so near to the ear of darkness and deceit. I take my seat in life and strive to become wise to the demise we face without God in our place. What worth is an earth of men and women who find success in what we possess and how we dress. Unless we confess to this mess we become numb to the pain that we gain and the stain of shame still remains. The greed that we need becomes a weed of Satan’s creed. So we plead to be freed but are lost in the wrath of our own path that was once right but now seems so trite. And despite the hindsight, we fight for the temporary, lose hope in the Visionary, and expect to be merry.
Approximate Word count = 738
Approximate Pages = 3
(250 words per page double spaced)
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