My situation is tense, the air is filled with stress I'm trying to keep my head up and show the world my best. The devils steady plotting on ways to keep me down tied up with strife and tribulations that turn my smiles to frowns. Oh how I long for the warmth and comfort of my dear old mothers womb this world is cold and heartless with folks predicting doom. My prayer is that I make it to see my heavenly fathers face and sit and chat with him awhile about this human race. But until the final judgment I'll keep my soul protected from wicked men and women who seek to clown and wreck it. Because the flesh may do it's sinful dance and set the world a blaze but it's the purness of the soul that will lead to brighter days.
Reason for writing:
I'm stressed!
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