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A Plea 4 Mercy
The pain is real
It wrecks every part of my soul
Even my subconcious
As I wonder if I can heal
I've cried to the heavens
But no light was shed on my path
The world chokes me with burning coals
Vapourizing the ornaments of my being
I cry with a loud voice
This time!!
God where are you?
But He answers with a subtle riddle; that no man can solve!
Then I seek succour from family & friends
But I see life wear them jackets with burdens heavier than their bodies
So I run to the wise
But She too lacks answers to my dillema
Derailed at cross roads
I run back to my Maker
But this time!
Begging Him not to save me!
But to accept me as a peace offering to heal those
Who would one day be me!!
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Tuoyo Palmer
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