Why is there evil?
Maybe God wanted evil.
Maybe evil *** his diverse plan.
Maybe He created evil not to see men fall but how long would men stand,
Maybe not for it to over come us but for it to show us his demands,
Still I ask myself why do I suffer?

Why must we die?
Why must we try?
To become greater than sinners if sinners we were born to be.
To be holy if holiness is only given and not achieved.
To starve and be poor because the rich are told to be evil beings,
So I ask myself why do I suffer.

What's the purpose of life?
If we're born to live,..... wait no born to die.
If all we must face most is hardship and pain to be Saints, get wings and fly.
Is its purpose bent only on showing glory to be killed for innocence and criticized for righteousness.
And I ask myself why do I suffer.

Probably I suffer because I choose to.
Because instead I try the easy way and rub,fraud and **** I sit and wait,
To he fed everyday still having an empty plate, thinking that it's going to be ok.
Probably because God said he will never let his children go hungry and starve but never poor? Nor suffer?
Maybe his idea of sufferation is differ,
Maybe his meaning and comprehension of suffer is joy,
I ask myself why do I suffer,
I don't know, may never know but;
Maybe I suffer to understand and appreciate the sufferation so I can know what it is not suffer afterwards.

No fault, truth lies in our manifestation,
The enormity of sin is just a dot of expectations.
True exaltation, true exaltations, my exaltations,
Life dies and time flies, confrontation **** contemplation.
Satisfy a sinful man, injection a deep *******,
No rest, no sleep and highly frustrated by no concentration.

Act on the curl, attack on the soul, now the Devil damaged my meditation,
Finger speaks now my body leaks of red water, the body filtration.
Nobody knows the soul better than its maker, that's true creation,
Rome wasn't built in a day, type of phrases they'll say but expect a now for now reaction.

Hinder in sight, crack of concealment may slightly cause a contamination,
Like a virus that spreads, affects the head and we ask why they think of world *******.
True exaltation, men have fallen deep in abomination,
Focus on the new with passion of the old, eyes can't see past its sight not beyond realization.

Yes they coming,
Some are walking
And some are running
Some are short
Some are long
The poems will arrive soon
49 probably
But 50 new songs.
When they reach not all may shine
But they're all mine
Written from my peace of mind.
When I was in military training poems kept me at peace
So the next 50 poems expresses those times fighting the military beast.