Not looking forward to the snow and the sleet . No warm winter coats . no shoes for our feet . To the icey cold winds that cut like a knife . No scarf for my face . Can't keep up the pace of this homeless life . Too much strife . No roof over our heads . No nice warm bed . Just hard concrete . Such is life on the street . Not meant to live this way . Hopefully things will get better one day . I find myself plunging into the depths of despair . As perilious winds penetrate the air . It's just not fair . I often ask the Good Lord at night why . Please help us to live , God . We don't want to die .
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Author:
Precious Gurl (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 10th, 2024 11:38
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Powerful and relatable.
The Lord will enter into judgement with the ancients of his people, and the princes thereof: for ye have eaten up the vineyard; the spoil of the poor is in your houses. What mean ye that you beat my people to peices, and grind the faces of the poor?
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