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NO  PLACE  FOR  THE  WEAK My Lord, is this the world for which Your Son has died? I see myself quite lost among the wasted crowd which men beget and throw in the thronged streets to go towards an abyss of most dreadful sights. Men walk along the streets in such a way that shows they are quite prompt to fight and slay. They show quite ruthless hearts in their vile eyes that can shed blood just for some empty praise. There is no place for those who are humane. They are accused of girlish styles and brain, and should greet first to avoid frowning looks if not, a word when answered brings attacks. If weak, you find no place for you to go. All places are for those who can their power show. You have that trait, you walk with scornful pride. If not, your place is just the grave where you can hide. BY JOSEPH ZENIEH ____________________________________
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC
NO PLACE FOR THE WEAK
NO  PLACE  FOR  THE  WEAK My Lord, is this the world for which Your Son has died? I see myself quite lost among the wasted crowd which men beget and throw in the thronged streets to go towards an abyss of most dreadful sights. Men walk along the streets in such a way that shows they are quite prompt to fight and slay. They show quite ruthless hearts in their vile eyes that can shed blood just for some empty praise. There is no place for those who are humane. They are accused of girlish styles and brain, and should greet first to avoid frowning looks if not, a word when answered brings attacks. If weak, you find no place for you to go. All places are for those who can their power show. You have that trait, you walk with scornful pride. If not, your place is just the grave where you can hide. BY JOSEPH ZENIEH ____________________________________
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC
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