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SOLD. OLD. AND TIRED FEEL ASHAMED.
ALWAYS IN PAIN. NOTHING TO GAIN. AND NO
DESIRE….
ALWAYS WEAK. CAN’T FEEL HER FEET.
SHE GIVING UP…
ITS ALWAYS COLD. SHE SO ALONE. PLEASE
FILL HER CUP….
STOMACH HUNGRY. HER AURA UGLY SHE
NEEDS THAT FOOD….
YOU SAY HELLO, SO SHE RESPONDS WITH A
BAD MOOD….
GETS SO HIGH. COULD TOUCH THAT SKY.
YOU SEE THE VISUAL….
SO SHE PRAYS. ASK IF YOU CAN SHE STAY; IT’S
UNFORGIVABLE…
BUT THIS UNEASY FEELING CAN BE
FORGIVEN. HE JUST A DECEIVER.
COMING FROM HER BACKGROUND, SHE
ALWAYS BEEN A BELIEVER….
WITH HANDS UP IN THE SKY SHE PRAYS. THAT
GOD SPARE HER THIS TIME SHE NEEDS TO
BE SAVED.
FROM HER BODY TO HER SOUL. HIS
ACCEPTANCE SHE CRAVES…
NOW HE LAY HER DOWN TO SLEEP. SHE
PRAYED THE LORD HER SOUL HE KEEPS……

SHE GOT SALVATION


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by Shanee Noble

Published on October 30, 2024