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Hope

Echoes of love between woman and man. Holding on to hope. In the palm of my hands. Walking my faith down city streets. With the help of God, guiding my feet. Tears soaking up the concrete. Like Martha, I weep. I've been blind. Never sleep. Look what hell has done to me. I pray the Lord, my soul to take. If I should die before I wake. Teach my heart to love not hate. Soul raped, by Demons I can't seem to shake. Still I reach, for Heaven's gates. Grandma always said watch out for them snakes. Improvising on scraps. To make a plate. The Devil wears a mask in the land of the fake. The wicked will do anything just to live great. As Angels protect for goodness sake. Though the Devil's working. God's never late. Right on time. Hope!!! Hope is mine. "Hope"

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Date: 2/5/2019 4:04:00 PM
Really enjoyed your poem Tamica xx
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