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Aug 2014
Pride can be a wicked tool.
A tool that leaves you looking like a fool.
While on earth we are taught forgiveness.

Get things right before it's too late.
Cause when it is.
All you can say is I forgot to forgive.
And now it's too late.

A lateness that you feel is a serious mistake.
Money, is a wicked tool.

Use to control and manipulate certain souls.
Even control you to ****.
Which is one reason we have so many prisoners.

Why do pride makes us brave?
Almost like masters afraid to free a slave.
Who could have said, when asked?
Why?
Why I forgot to forgive?
When it's should have been simple.
After they forgave them.

Life have taught us two wrongs doesn't make it right.
But we live on singing the same old song.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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   Micah Alex
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