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How I Feel
He ceased from living in hell
That unholy prince of hell
He takes his hostile abode everywhere
His alluring angst's felt more here
The world now knows no bounds
Unhealthy redundant show of pow'r 'n will
Echoes of sheer messed up freewill
So boisterous like crashing of cymbals sounds
Gave his best shot to outrun his fate
One is smarter, one ended up late
Many powers faltered that one failed course
I thus feel lost in this terrestrial discourse
God forgive us in this world of ugly sinners
As we find solace in our faith's glimmers
We try to pure ourselves still we set us apart
We seek to be found yet don't know where to start
In the abyss of merciless self-willed sin
We become servants to desires that daily spin
From the shackles of our earthly tether
Help us seek Your liberty as we hope for the better
Copyright ©
Akinwole Samuel
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