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how can a God fearing believer not fear shit,

but fear everything all at the same time,

how does this depression take over my mind,

why isn't my time to shine,

it's said to be all in God's time,

yet while i wait all i do is whine,

oh he of such little faith,

why doth thee hesitate,

why doth thee procrastinate,

why ask why Lord,

i have no control of this life of mine,

i seem to be holding on by a string,

tic tock tic tock ring,

this life has no button that says snooze,

playing these cards praying not to lose,

yet i've begotten this burden,

i'm looking for help in all the wrong places as i bear this cross,

toss a rope over a branch,

tie a noose around my neck,

and hand out to dry this lifeless soul in which i feel i have become,

as i turn death into art,

i set apart the man from the boy,

the light from the shadows,

which bestow themselves upon me,

walking hand and hand with this demon called lonely,

oh ye of so little faith,

doth not ye know that i own thee,

that thou doth will call me master,

for i am your shepherd,

and i wait with arms wide open,

to pick you up when you fall,

but ye of so little faith,

continue to be the God fearing man you want to be,

and i will guide and protect thee,

as long as that little faith you have,

you keep.......