Why is there evil?
Maybe God wanted evil.
Maybe evil *** his diverse plan.
Maybe He created evil not to see men fall but how long would men stand,
Maybe not for it to over come us but for it to show us his demands,
Still I ask myself why do I suffer?

Why must we die?
Why must we try?
To become greater than sinners if sinners we were born to be.
To be holy if holiness is only given and not achieved.
To starve and be poor because the rich are told to be evil beings,
So I ask myself why do I suffer.

What's the purpose of life?
If we're born to live,..... wait no born to die.
If all we must face most is hardship and pain to be Saints, get wings and fly.
Is its purpose bent only on showing glory to be killed for innocence and criticized for righteousness.
And I ask myself why do I suffer.

Probably I suffer because I choose to.
Because instead I try the easy way and rub,fraud and **** I sit and wait,
To he fed everyday still having an empty plate, thinking that it's going to be ok.
Probably because God said he will never let his children go hungry and starve but never poor? Nor suffer?
Maybe his idea of sufferation is differ,
Maybe his meaning and comprehension of suffer is joy,
I ask myself why do I suffer,
I don't know, may never know but;
Maybe I suffer to understand and appreciate the sufferation so I can know what it is not suffer afterwards.

World Sufferation invoked by fellow mans *******.
Provoking, casting hatred based upon natures of different races.
How long will we conform to condemnation and live by the basics?
When promises were met that we can fly and see what's greater.
I feel the scorn in my flesh, I may just dig in my chest and i might just tear out whats left
So that its cut on this set, just moving onto the next
Here, promises they were kept, dark intentions spiritual death.
Here's how I resurrect.

Growing up in an unstable home, I never had much,
I was taught to accept the little and be contented with the few I was given.
I am no saint and I caught myself complaining a few times,
Though I get myself back to the realization that sufferation is a part of life and along those lines bla bla bla.

I began to appreciate the little from a very tender age,
Getting familiar with hard times was once a difficult stage.
I still face difficulties, I thank God for it every time I can,
I am only human and I acknowledge that not everyday I pray.

When my tears wave to God I ask forgiveness for I am of sin, things I do wrongly,
Whether it was knowing or unknowingly.
I appreciate the little and understand the reason for my journey,
Auspicious, for success and I cannot stay down such concerns me.

The days we had no food and the weeks our cupboards went arid,
The times of no electricity and water at our disposal.
This brought me to accept life as it is.
That saying "Good people endures the hardest fights" or how ever it goes,
Allowed me to be much different from others and bring fort my brightest light.

Some people may think they know me, but truly they don't,
I programmed myself to figure people out, so being friendly is something I wont.
Vanity isn't behoove and isn't apart of my heart,
Therefore the riches of man stains me not and wont tear me apart.

Indubitably, I appreciate every little and praise God for his continuous provisions,
I pray that God shows me my friends from foes, and register the division.
So I can be at ease and have peace of mind,
At this point it's circumlocution, I know I speak too much but in spirit, happiness is all I wish my family to find.