I will cry out to the Lord
For the blessings He has bestowed
To a wretched worm like me.
He had no obligations and I had no rights, Continue reading
I will cry out to the Lord
For the blessings He has bestowed
To a wretched worm like me.
He had no obligations and I had no rights, Continue reading

Living with sincere joy,
While preaching doubts that constant toy.
This style bifurcates as my train chugs on.
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What good is it to live a lie as someone else,
Endlessly exhausting myself?
What good is it to play empty roles in a world that folds under itself?
Sleepless nights turn into worrisome flights.
Restless thoughts sweeping past the stops.
Solitude is overrated and ignites,
Patience is the name of the game.
Tried and tried is the one who waits,
That often over compensates.