Shadows follow me

Is death its on paradise
And if it is
Does that mean
Were granted with another 2nd chance
At this thing called life

Or is that just after life
Of this .
After math of this present life

Is heaven its own paradise
Or do we create it
By our wages we livin

If hell exist
How're  we livn our ways
Mind aint right so how do we expect grow in this new age.

Or we just livin to come up

No regrets or lookn back
At mistake cause we never Learn
To change our ways

Does it takes us,
does it chain us
No not changen today
Do we move along 
With dust on our feet from the defeat
When man and beast breathe the same breath
Then oh then will it change me
Im afriad of me
No really im afriad of me
What i can turn into
And what i Can Be .

Then is it to late to turn back to the rescue others

Because now you know for surely it was a test

Will my memory fade off and die ,

Shedding the old me for a good me
Now waiting on God to reply

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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God answers all prayers

God will reply when you least expected

it's not your time, it's His time......His time is always the right time

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read today's word-Galatians 5:13

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thank you for posting this sis

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