Gods Hands

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Stressed out and in distress. My mentals so stretched out i think this damage is going to be permanent. I swear I've been trying to work with it. But my own actions have me perplexed, is all this struggle for this life worth it? Told me to put it in God's hands and hold my faith, but i got a gun in mine, holding bullets while trying to contemplate his fate. These days we can't even breathe air without a good reason. Can't step outside without committing treason. No Wonder i have these feelings of distain. With all others in pain how can i sit here and complain? Im not, just making a statement on how i will end this throne, change the tone and light everything up with this flame and a canister of propain.

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