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It often seems

that the adversities of life

are predestined punishments

conceived by challenges

embedded in strife



Struggles

and trials

and tribulations

drama

deception

and phukked up situations

that consistently transpire

at the wrong time

and in the wrong places

disrupting my peace

and wounding my graces

vandalizing my desires

creating heartfelt resentments

and mental anxieties

devised by bad liars



Resulting in multiple episodes

fabricated and procreated

by spaded niccas and faded figures

hopeless specimens of a stained reality

pushing for some shyt

their mind?s eye could never perceive



Am I early?

Or am I too late?

Should I try to understand?

Do I believe?

Cling to hope and exercise my faith?

Or should I hate?

All of this waiting and debating?.

When?

And where?

And how?

And why?

Why not now?



As I try like hell

not to allow doubt to consume me

weariness sets in

and the truth leaves me alone again

so elusive has the direction of my way become

upon this one way journey

that has raped my heart

til the tears won?t run

blinding my third eye with its eternal sun

as I search for some shade

beyond the shadows of my faith

overwhelmed with anticipation

of why life has so cruelly made me wait

as I pray for the day that delivers my King

and all of his love unconditionally?

only

then

will

I

rest

easily?



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