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StRiFe...

 
Dear Father  
   
Keeper of Time and all that can be Measured  
i bow at your feet this morning..  
   
...that i may speak with You of Strife  
   
an infection welding its way through Your children's very fabric  
as a hot thinly molded piece of steel  
creates division in its role as a butter knife...  
   
Father, why such Strife?...  
...feels like i'm programmed to ask such a question  
   
Lord. You Know me...  
   
...gave me eyes to see..  
   
i'd have to be blind or a lie  
if i didn't mention in speaking to You my piece of mind    
when i say: ...'Strife has its roots planted deep'...    
   
very close to home... leading to the question of...  
   
...'what type of shit is these supposed to be GrownFolks on?'...  
   
Lord, this story rolls on... feels like i'm TwilightZon'n...  
   
Honey being dripp'd...    
...have dribbled from many a Sweet lips  
created and collapsed mighty Empires..  
...built and sank legions of battle ships..  
   
feeding solely on Strife..  
   
speaking in tongues of:  
   
...'i love one...........but the other i despise'...  
   
all the while conquering both  
in Strife's feeble attempt to deny the Host of hosts...  
   
thank You Father for this discussion  
place on my heart what actions are next  
and i shall prepare for what is to come..  

Your Son...
   
8^/ Daddy's lil Souljah
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Written by RedHot_Peppers
Published | Edited 15th Oct 2013
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