My house hasn’t been blessed yet
I sit outside my house feeling lonely and cold stress causing me to bend but not fold. I'm laying in my bed but I feel like I'm sinking in quicksand I'm hoping that God will save me because all Powers are in his hands. I'm losing sleep and my body is starting to shut down water is above my head I'm hoping that I don't drown. I come home and sit on my couch and I start to look around I feel like a King Without a Queen that doesn't deserve to where a crown. I'm sitting at home but the silence in my house would drive any normal person insane. Am I still a slave that has not been set free hoping someone will come and break my chains. The stress from living lonely in my kingdom makes me break out in a cold sweat as I take a drag from my cigarette I finally realized my house hasn't been blessed yet.
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