Treasure Island

Maxim Muyu

(2nd July / 1981 nairobi)

I can't believer this,


I can't believe,
I can never believe,
This is what they did,
Obviously they are insane,
To be lyeing and ruining,
This is the understanding,
In the awakening of my life,
This is the choice that I made,
When I serve my Master from heaven,
I can never believe this is what they did,
Obviously there is an awesome event,
Obviously I'm coming to understand truth,
They did all the bad that they did,
I can never believe it,
Obviously they must be lyeing,
I can see it clearly,
Truth will come and heal me,
That my every dream was to serve my heavenly Father.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, March 08, 2011
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