by Catherine Prater

He wonders the earth in bleakness,
Seaching the bowels of his existence,
For what is right before him,
Blind with in his mind,
Refuse to see the truth,
He holds the key to his prison,
And the rope for his noose
He lives in the land of sweet sedatetion,
To numb his unknown fate,
He bleeds desperately for endearment,
But does not reciprocate,
Gods arms are open and waiting,
Just take the key unlock the door,
Fall to your knees, 
And praise god for ever more. 

To our young men, thinking they are 
not  loved, God loves you. 

Mujahie by Catherine Prater

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