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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #1321824
This poem is about how evil has corrupted this world and it is unknown when He will come.
Here I am sitting along the edge of the beach alone waiting for His presence.

The evilness that has hollowed out the core and the outer surface of this world is for

the people, an acceptance.

The wind whirls in through my hair and all I hear is a whisper.

So I say out loud to him, when can I see a change so that the world is no longer a

seepage of blisters?

Yet I have not gotten an answer in return.

I think to myself that He had stood before his people to take the pain of torture

hoping that we could learn.

The truth is that He has left His days in coming unknown.

Even before he comes the dark side is over thrown.

His followers are the ones who will make it into the new place to be at peace and

be free.

In time to come His followers shall build strong fruitful trees.
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