Gasping for air,Stuck in quick sand,The quagmire of life.Draining every breath out of human,Turning the strongest to the most feeble.Reaching up for help,A help that never come.The more the struggle,Down and deeper you go.Will help ever come?While everyone seem drowning the same time.Help cometh from afar,And from the nearest.Only when you hold on,And stay afloat,Keeping your heads above the waters,Before help arrives.Holding on to faith and hope,Where there seems to be none.Without this, the strongest sinks,To the bottom of the abyss,Where all hope is lost. Blown away in the gust, No one is left alone. A mandatory contract that was signed,By all the living, and not the dead.To live is mandatory,To survive is a must, Till the culling of the saint, And the damnation of the wicked.To survive and not get drowned before then,Only help is needed.A divine help from above!
I shall live, and it's a must to survive all these challenges. The write up is for me. Thanks.
Amen brother.
Thanks for wishing me well bro
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Oh, thanks...was posting via a phone, auto-correct out to shame me.