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Misery lives

Misery is being felt around the world 
by every woman, man, boy and girl. 
Where does it come from? Where 
is it going? One thing for sure is: 
it's continually growing. 

Misery comes from an improper way 
of living and a improper way of giving; 
it comes from not seeing life as 
it should seem, letting reality 
become a daytime dream. 

We have a system in this world that 
doesn't satisfy the soul of human 
beings; it crushes the hopes and 
demolishes it dreams. 

Everywhere you go there are hardly 
any smiles that are genuine. The smiles one 
sees are like those on the face of 
sad Indians. 

Only the children have smiles like that, 
until they realize where they are living at. 
Suddenly, it fades away as life goes on, 
day after day. 

Sadness: where does it come from? Where does it 
go? It comes from the people that you 
know. It comes from the effect of money and 
being bought and sold. It comes from 
sitting around and just getting old. 

When money is the dictator of 
the human race, love for God and self lose 
thier place. Genuine love comes when what is 
right becomes true. The sad fact is, it's the 
simplest thing to do. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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