The Mess

The break, the broke, the all unfixed, the reckless, the hopeless, the demons stand play, restless nights an it’s just another day! The stress overbearing with dreams at all cost, feel hopeless an at a stand still lost, mind games, people fake, the fumes of life i over take. The burning bridges id say I could never cross always finds its way to clear path, calculations of my life looking like algebra math, life’s game gets me each an every time, I manipulate myself to say it’s all fine, I pray, I kneel, I give it all to god, but why the devil still plays he gets me at all odds, mistakes made daily cause I like to choose hard ways, the demons stand over us cause they believe we’re it’s preys, lies spoken to not hurt feelings, babies an kids in foster but the government living on billions, heart ache is real an hurts like hell, reach the top of the stars but the I love you was just tails, real is rare, life is unfair, not many will truly care, this life is ruthless an truth is what I’ll share.

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Stephan McBride

Date: 1/3/2023 11:09:00 AM

Love ya,. Tell it my friend this world is a wicked generation, the demons do not care if one is going along with this world, it's a world of deception but they fear when you seek the spirit of God to dwell within , don't seek guidance from many , open the book of life to receive wisdom and knowledge of what's going on within one and around us,. May, God bless, comfort, guide and fill you with His peace, love and joy

Kara Mitchell
Date: 1/3/2023 5:27:00 PM

Thank you, yes I agree this generation is a hard one an will only get harder for the next, I’m thankful to have good leadership in my life to come up from all the broken pieces.