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Ikimi Festus Nov 2018
So bitter the truth, it won't bring you joy,
Today I'll be honest, no facade to employ.
Before I commence, I must humbly confess,
Imperfections abound, my efforts digress.
No matter my striving, it's never enough,
Yet I never imagined it could be this tough.
I don't mean disrespect or ungrateful disdain,
But in this world, Lord, your people are in pain.

Fear silences voices, they tremble and hide,
As wickedness revels, with malevolence wide.
Darkness descends, nations drown in despair,
Our flame to serve wanes, burdened hearts bear.
Oh Lord, see the state of your suffering earth,
Witness misguided hatred, the Holocaust's dearth.
What sense can be made of such human plight?
The hour grows late, Lord, please act with your might.

Life as we know it hangs on a thread,
Endless nights pass, dread upon dread.
Evil thrives rampant, your world cries for aid,
When will you intervene, this chaos to fade?

LORD: I have already sent you, my child,
To be my vessel of light, to heal and renew.

— The End —