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A man born into lesser places, than even hell itself. Asking for God to save him, from the love that he has felt. Going back to where he came from, before he ever fell. Wanting to do what he knows is right, and end this wretched spell. He’s grown so tired, of all of these ignorant people. They live impaired to the point of disability, and are full of so much evil. They are not his equals, and that’s how he knows he’s been misplaced. Because when it comes to heaven, he’s had far more than just a taste. He knows that he’s made a mess of things, and played in the wrong place. But he also knows that he is better, than the sick and broken way. So please keep faith, because he still does. And that’s proof that you can too. One day it will all be over, and God will give the chance to choose.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 7/28/2017 5:39:00 AM
You did well with expression writing this Tony :)
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