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Sep 2020
Yeshua, Most High,
Please hear my cry.

A dark cloudΒ Β hangs
Above my head,
And rains misfortune
Wherever I tread.

Whatsoever thing I sow
By faith, always withers away,
Even unto this day,
As I write this in pain.

Ah me!
I beseech you, your majesty,
Let me be,
And test me no More!
I cant take another second
On this planet I Abhor.
Johnson Oyeniran
Written by
Johnson Oyeniran  29/M/Gillingham, Kent
(29/M/Gillingham, Kent)   
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