Why now was I born?
This question I have perpetually asked.
The world is in such disarray and so torn.
With what purpose could I possibly be tasked?
Why not in the days of valor?
Must I witness something?
The days of men rightish go down without splendor.
The times of the gentiles be upon and hence it’s sting.
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Author:
Keeter C (
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Powerful
Thank you. I set the pen down for way too many years and now wading back in.
Please excuse when I blunder.
Thank you. I set the pen down for way too many years and now wading back in.
Please excuse when I blunder.
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