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See them looking through the door waiting on the food for poor, they have been waiting on it for more than a week but mercy has passed them on crooked street and the people kept crying out for help as day breaks and reality walks all over the place, it is the other layer of life that is hard to see, it is part of life that is searching for thee and the morning escaped its ugliness.

Everything has come to a standstill as destiny has carved out their pre-determined will, leaving them bare and empty without a solid branch to hold on to, but somewhere in the distance the wind was blowing fresh air and the universe was negotiating for them over here and hope presses on and the people remained strong.

I placed my hopes in a mountain of deal rubber stamped and sign with signature from heaven, with a promise that should not be broken but you have taken the oath and meddle it with dirt and rolled back the stone and led the people astray to fulfill a short live promise that will never survive as the heart battle with its own pride.

Come with me to the top of the hill and allow, me to reason with thee, open your mind and relieve all the burden, caress your soul with the gifts from heaven untangle the web around you and come with me to the island of the divine where faith lives and the people love to sing.

Look at the people over there,  there are living in great despair, you have taken away the bread from their mouth and their spirits began, to shout and the earth is soaked with the tears of their grief and they kept crying out to thee; if you listen carefully, you can hear them.

Examine the village at the foot of the hill, their spirit cannot remain still, the people are in severe pain because you have taken their medicine away, they will all die if you don’t do something right away, time is of essence so don’t allow your mind  to falter.

I watched then prey upon the heart of weak men, men that have sold their soul for a shilling and pence; they have dragged the dirt upon their head for ages and work for minute wages and that entire region is at risk as starvation is driving them off the cliff, you must restore their livelihood and let them live.

How much longer must I wait for you to come and open the gate,
How much longer must I wait for the dream to come true, the chances are  great but the burden is now on you.
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