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Are these my own tears I have tasted down pouring upon my face countlessly, this old heart has felt much strain from this stressful everlasting pain, I am carrying the weight of my responsibilities atop of my worn down shoulders...
Many times I have realized that poverty has forsaken me from acquiring most of my necessities, none the less I have the will to survive...
Materialism has always been a form of greed especially if you can not afford to provide for any of them, yet you would slice someone's throat open just to acquire all of them, surrounded by worldly sins...
The bitter sweetness of temptation calls out to the flesh of humanity blinding the truth from the reality that we have perceived to be the realist to ones expectations...
For my heart beckons within my chest like an encaged canary singing its lullaby that no one can listens to but its saddened poised sharer...
I hear the many voices in my head speaking constantly to me as an alter ego accompanies me in my desolate deserted venue, with starvation rumbling loudly within my belly I thank The Lord for yet this body has not seen dirt in its obscurity, buried beneath this earthly terrain...
Created to visualize the beauty that surround my vision savoring each moment life has placed in front of me, for I breathe therefore grateful for the breath God has allowed for me to inhale into my chest gracefully, for freely I have walked upon this land on a journey to reach the last days my eyes may soon see...
Until then I shall make the most of all this knowledge acquired banking it into my senses filed under the words of wisdom, I live freely with a price for the life I have lived for in reality nothing is free...

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