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bitter truth
my soul fails to see the rising sun
all my days i can only recall total darkness
not even the day of light brings hope to my heart
deserted by all i see no value to live
it's like am the modern day wondering Cain
my God why have you abondoned me just when i need you most
my joy to friends is like selling alcohol in a church
the bitter vinegar in my throat burns my veins to the core of my spin
if i could rewrite my story i would do so guided by God
but the more i try the harder i fall,
the less i try the more redicule i face
i am a man of little faith but alas all has fallen apart
i can want to show my success story but death whispher to me in silent mode
my time is almost and my deeds almost done
i look for the glory of the morning sunbreak
but to no avail..
My God why have you left me in the hands of the doctors
one more knife to reap open your eye
they say so easily and calmly 
but my vision keeps me far away from my dream
my son, patience is all i have exercised all my life
but now your cup is twice bitter than mine
for your own mother is just a good for nothing slat
all she cares for is her friend's approval
while her parents are just filled with self proclaimed pity
they preach water but they are drunkards with the cheap wine
they complain and have broken the Lord's command
for they have killed your spirit and stolen your family happiness
let there soul rest in the bottomless pit for they deserve no mercy
let earthly debts overtake there daily bread
let there earthly toils fill there heart with guilt and disgust
may premature death be felt in your mother's womb
let no more joy come from it but thieves,premature death in her offsprings
let rejection be her daily portion 
however if she turns to God for help may he hear her and restore her
my son, the law of land only brings hate amongst friends
today your mother's family are masters of that 
they applaud money and fill there minds with hate a virtual of self destruction
my son i write this in the hope of you rising with the morning sun
God's favor rest upon you
God has assured me that soon you will be in my arms again
but your mother will not be part of that life
may God prepare you and fill our hearts with love for that great day
Amen
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