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For my pals did led me thus;
For feel I need a touch
On earth I did been 
On who Will I 
be comfort
Sought
A lone 
Tunnel
But 
dim
Its
Led 
Me 
Still
Then I recall my Memory verse off from these locust years
Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher
of our faith; who for the joy that was
set before him endured the cross,
despising the shame, and is
set down at the right 
hand of the 
throne
of 
God.
Then I made away my plight this crazy days like garment worn on me
Heb twelve thus:
For in needs no tunnels, no dark my shines even the streets are made of gold 
Where God seats of the throne
And the angel cry holy holy to Him only 
And the Lord Jesus seated at right hand side His majesty
For there all hope should stay cos its away the fake drains
Earth made.
For there neither buying nor selling so foreign exchanges
Neither schooling so no lecture goes thus
No social media, like fb no twitter, no LinkedIn all no pinging
Where peace meet the saint far on high 
No elections so no rigging
No sickness no autopsy, no vaccine, no antidote
No colour so no race 
That where my hope is
That where am looking
Looking up the heaven
Where the angels sing no blues, no jazz, no calypsos, no pop, no reggae, no afro beat
But holy songs forever truly pure quietness thereby.
This screwed up years mind only on high
Where worries are drain caked
This screwed up years 
Were all troubles turn sorrow
5/23/2020

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