FIGHT DOWNS

Fighting me left to right,

Not seeing through my eyes of genuinity,

Even Heaven sees still you are so Blind,

A disciple of Jesus..

who Survives throughout time,

with no time for you clowns,

Despit so many fight downs!

This poem is about: 
Our world

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