The Fall
This night I write much uptight
whilst rustling leaves conspicuous,
Saddened by needless deaths and
headache from ridiculous.
Belly ache does partake
in feeling sick and weak,
Where along what is wrong
dejection haunts to creep.
What brings me down and crushes me
is mostly others doing,
Will they learn not to turn
when evilness is brewing?
Be still, I hear those words again
now with ringing in my ears,
One must seek to overcome
life’s struggles and all fears.
Oh here it comes the rain does fall
from heavens mercy sent,
Yes it’s sad to feel so bad
to only feel content.
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