A CRY OF A YOUNG FELLOW

Krobea

To the young fellow it was all a lie.
For all his life he has lived in affright.
All he ventured into seemed not right.
And could not live with the sight.
From infancy was foretold the future is bright.
But all he has seen is doom and nothing shines.
To him at the end of the tunnel there has never been light.
Religion taught him to fast and pray all night.
But all couldn't make it right.

KROBEA. 

  • Author: Krobea (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 27th, 2023 05:56
  • Category: Sad
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Comments1

  • 2781

    Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this, To visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to keep himself unspotted from the world.

    • Krobea

      Thanks



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