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It was sunday night, little john was ready to sleep.
Little john was happy because his 8th birthday would be the next day. So he knelt and said.

Father lord, now am laying to sleep,
I pray lord, keep my soul
But if I die and never wake
Then lord, let it be you that will take my soul
It was a blissful morning in
Little john's house, early monday morning, everyone had woken, getting prepared for the birthday ceremony.

Soon, everyone was set,
Little john's mother was dancing to and fro the house, she eventually decided to wake her son and she headed to his bedroom.

Oh my people, it was a party of wail
Little john had died.

LESSON

Little john prayed on sunday night
I guess you never did

Little john slept
You also slept yesterday
Little John never woke this morning

But you had woken.
Every morning is a dawn of another hope-filled day
It wasn't luck, it wasn't blessing, it is grace.

Who will join us and say Thank You Lord.

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On the way home, I heard a puppy whimpering
With a broken paw, it approached me, limping
A tiger on my shoulder, picked it with one free hand
Burdened, yet the weight I have to withstand

Nearing my home, a featherless birdie I found
Fell down from nest, mother hovers near the ground
What should I do? Three creatures I can't ignore
Choosing just one, my heart will tore

I set down the puppy with gentle whispers
The tiger growled, tension on its whiskers
I placed the birdie back in its high nest
Bone tired, I paused for a much needed rest

The puppy and tiger screamed in anguished complain
So obvious was the intensity of their pain
Confused, I stared at the angry pair
For all my efforts, I felt they're being unfair

Yet I understood, help is what they need
Their fears and pain I needed to heed
Strength revived, I swallowed my anger
My mission is to get them out of danger

Once again, I carried the tiger and puppy
Strange that deep inside I felt happy
Two grumpy creatures I've brought into sanctuary
Saved three.. No, FOUR souls and that's the main story.

*Thank you to all the life and soul savers.

falling slowly dreams tumbling
and YOU mindlessly fall
precipice, unreal ABYSS
slipping among words...

...and fall...the ABYSS is in ME now
and falling I hold your hand
millions of neurons are going
CHECK the KING! -laugh DESTINY
and moved two PAWNS !...

I require to silence
flooding words,
to silence tears
adorning my face.
Sadness dwelling
like a stowaway
in soul’s murky mirrors.

Absence afflictions
gradually succumb
between my barren hands.
Pointless
to grasp into hope!
Reason outshines
the fragmented heart
and the bare silence
suffocates the stars.

Stars that won’t shine
upon nostalgia seas
taking away opacities
and a shattered mirror
where my reflection
fades away
right now.

Cracking in my own roots…
dark memories,
empty stealth,
and leaves
scattered on the ground.