Every single night.
Every single day.
You get on your knees and pray.
Waiting for the light.
Waiting for the day.
Ready for eternity to come your way.
What is this belief?
This hope,
This dream,
This life.
Riddled with deceit.
These lies,
This fear,
This greed.
Why do you persist?
You need to go away.
Why do you insist?
I see things just your way.
04/02/05 - Wesley Hall
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Good work some people love to bully with their beliefs