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Even Heaven knows,
As they say words are cheap.
There we go...
As a matter of fact, it's so deep.
Guess it's shown, and it's scoped?
Yeah, it's such indeed.
Sketching images in many minds lost of hopes.
They spreading paradoxes with themes,
All because they blindfold.
When the truth's later screamed,
Insults and threats they throw.
Unfortunately, misled by their being;
Very great they dying by their own coals.
I need not to be in the circles they in,
So my tactic's strong to oppose.
All I'm thinking about's my wife, children and me.
Praying and working on the gifts God have me bestowed.
Sometimes life's a pretty thing,
Sometimes it's hard, truth be told;
You'll push more and more in strong speed,
Searching and mining for gold.
And it'll be like nothing's going on in the scene.
I appreciate my Lord Whose love's  utmost. 
In his grace I sleep ever since.

Years in past when job's my biggest need;
Went about dropping C.Vs in the hot and cold.
Could see me trekking desperately on the street,
I looked dapper, but I's broke.
Always my face expressing a grin.
Deep down what's going on they didn't know.
I was dispaired as I nearly got sink.
Most interviewers had me poked,
Later called and told me 'sorry Anderson",
With no explanations to what they boaked.
To be frank the condition's big.
I could question myself sadly on this road;
"Is this all life brings?",
All because everything appeared badly soled. 
But I place my hope and faith in Elohim,
So I stay focus not to get choked.
Today I'm working and I thank him,
For all the blessings I hold.

God's glory's our upkeep;
It's keeping me alive together with my wife,
His words rejuvenates our shackled bones.
And our children are not left out.
We never walk alone;
God's eyes upon us from the start.
We belong to him as we're his own.
So we make it not by demonic clones.
I overheard them talk how their riches spring,
Folly as their loved ones are spiritually sold.
Their gestures are devilish and din.
It look simple and tempting but said no.
"Just join us and you'll ever be rich.
It's a good business, folks.
You'll be famous more than what you think,
You'll enjoy life till you die, bruh."
They tell the public this cooked tricks,
And their ways of life have secret codes.
They burry their loved ones in devil's ditch.
And the spirit of the dead they invoke.
And at a short time, they loose their own souls.
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