What If

Mister or ma’am .

Trepidation is probably the word.

What kind of pain is there that you haven’t provided here?

Im not sure who to believe.

Lack of faith is the real issue. 

Sometimes we get too numb for tissue.

So , what’s the grim point you provide.

Really , it all seems a bit random .

Maybe it’s helping that new faces are writing the books.

Was it you or your fallen brother ?

Has either one recovered?

Its not fear of death .. It’s fear of living.

Anyhow, I know that you allegedly invented missionaries.

That checks so many boxes for me.

I’m hoping you don’t discriminate against cowgirls?

You could always reverse that trend .

Anyhow , I’m not afraid of dying can you help me live??

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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