Depression
Came into this world innocent as I look
Cried and pee I had my first taste.
Corrupted by this evil world
Into a beast I became; my heart was hidden in an iron cage
Waiting to strike my house maid.
Sorrow and pity I had for no one; as I took my final stand.
Then came a creature dress in white, holding a book with a holy cross on it
Learning and listening as I had my first experience
Not knowing what this new experience would be.
Deeper and deeper I got involve before realizing the changes made,
singing and praises is all I do
And whenever I’m down and feeling depress, I read the book of Job to make my day..
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