Treasure Island

Apollo Chandler

(April 26 / Camden, N.J.)

A Prayer (Pt.4) -Showing Appreciation

Dear Spiritual Father,

I would like to start off by apologizing

for not talking to you unless Im depressed.

On a more positive note

as a man, within myself I see progress.

Thank you because you have given me

what I have prayed for all of these years-


In my traveling I have uptained that....

and then some.

In the liquid I have shed

both crimson and clear

I continue to THRIVE.

For not learning from yesterday is my biggest fear.

FOREVER will I fight to do what is fit for me

and I WILL show all that I am more than just PHATIER,

but the PRODIGY!

Again I thank you for the talents

Again I thank you for the balance

And again I thank you for the UNLIMITED STRENGTH

I could careless as to how I put it....

in YOU I will FOREVER have faith.


Submitted: Wednesday, August 08, 2012

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