Days, Hours, Minutes, Seconds
as i sit in awe of the never-ending lies,
i ponder, i wait; day after day,
hour after hour...
waiting for the anger,
the coldness,
the cold heared monsters
to just pass me by.
then out from the shadows,
comes a warm gestured light,
calling, pulling, yanking me in,
but as i reach it i realize what i am now in.
the yelling, the screaming,
the misled hearts,
i sit down and pray to the almighty lord
, please WAKE these poor people.
one man ...
one man nods his head,
one man understands my sorrow,
one man sthays calm
while all others minds are clouded.
the familiar face is gone now,
Jesus or priest. man or God,
i sit and pray minute after minute, second after second.
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