Lost Men Cry
Hello. You there,
just one moment.
I have a question,
maybe you are the one…
Years. I’ve Pondered:
Whats the purpose?
The betterment of Mankind?
Our actions rarely reflect it…
Me! Or I?
Is it ourselves?
Money, Pleasure, Joy, Neighbors?
It all seems so thin.
Yes. I've spoken.
My pitiful words.
I wish God spoke;
alas, can you tell me?
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