Finding Me

Lost in a world pregnant with
so much hatred and endless sorrow.
So many lies, so much deciet.
So much hurt that you pray for no tommorow.

All hope lost,my faith no more,
angry at a God that does not care.
Him,sitting up there doing nothing
laughing at each and every prayer.

What kind of God allows so much evil and so much pain?
Evil left to swallow soul after
soul like some twisted ass game.

With no one to turn to now
you give up on God and his Son.
With no more direction you wonder, aimlessly threw life waiting on
death to come.

"One day", you say to yourself,
you being the only listener around.
"One day death will come and no longer will I be llost, but found".

But At last Found!

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