If God has a way of doing things right...
Then why we blame each other, day and night...
Life is beautiful and meant for living...
Then why you say its not worth believing...
We have many differences that we've seen with time...
Then why we fuss and feel that I've committed a crime...
I stood up in every work you confronted...
But it seems like it was all taken for granted...
You may feel that despite your petty deeds...
I fulfilled every of your hopeless needs...
Don't be too assured of your lame instincts...
For I know how it feels like when word stings...
Too bad I had to let you go without cursing...
For God will do his best and deliver his blessings!


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