I am wrought in His image and likeness
My Life fraught with flaws
I learned not all battles need to be fought
I thought I was alone
There were days I felt the draught
Life has taught me a lesson
My drought has come to an end
Their plot and ploy have come to naught
Distraught at the treachery of my Kith and kin
Not everything, not everyone can be bought
Honesty a sought after commodity scarce at the bookshelf
If only I brought wealth into this world
Caught by the web of Sin
He bought my freedom with His blood
I ought to fight my demons
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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