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As My Life Goes On

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This poetical story is based on a series of real events during a specific time span of which I refer to as a period of persicution.

As My Life Goes On The past is gaining on me There's nowhere else to go I'm tired of running Ready or not it's time to face my foes The ghosts the demons the skeletons the scheming The lies the deceit I was young and dumb I kept it all discreet But Now I see the joke's on me Yet but one regret sleeping with the enemy My lust got me snared Bewitched and bound in Jezebel's lair Who will laugh last? What will become of me? Soon enough I'll see as my life goes on As My Life Goes On I’m not fishing for pity just to set the record straight. I stand a man on his own two accountable for my mistakes But all the drama has taken its toll The trauma has savaged my psychological To the point of no return? Highly probable. Yet only Heaven knows which way the wind will blow So my lonely soul searches for a remedy “Lord Remember me.“ At the resurrection… but until then and as you can see Somehow my life goes on As My Life Goes On What’s left for me to live for my baby’s gone Yet you say, “For me you’ll pray, You're sorry for my lost. And I will be ok. God will keep me strong…. Time will heal the pain as my life goes on." But you don’t know the half nor have the faintest clue. First cache 22 Then tell me how you made it through. I’ll be waiting on you As my life goes on. As my life goes on But first peep this verse. Things get worse. Pay close attention. Dodge that hearse. Don’t die cursed. Take heed to your intuition's premonitions. Before I drifted the shadow shifted From the valley to my alley Death had orchestrated a premeditated grand finale To my surprise It paid me a visit I was bound, mute and defenseless Laying on my back and looking up Thinking "What the fuss? I can’t breathe! But I can’t leave! How can this be? I thought the curse was lifted! At the congregation’s litigation I took a plea - to avoid the maximum I was surely facing. I rejoiced and gave praise with my hands lifted! I believed it, and thought I received it!" But what went wrong that I would write this song About the events ahead that soon would come When all was said and done it was the epitome of irony. My hands were still lifted. “Please don’t shoot me!" "You have the right to remain silent". E T C. “What’s going on? Why am I here? What’s up with all the guns? Why are you arresting me?” The flashing lights the 9 mms the nosey neighbors the sirens End of story faded glory slowly all went dim but it‘s been almost ten. And as you can see my life goes on

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