Dark Trails

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Dark Trails

The world is filled with people both satisfied and greedy,
We spread upon the earth in ghetto's living hungry and needy,
Senselessly hurting in pain is what we will always attain,
The constant violence in our lives that we will never substain,
Always looking up to God we all cry to the sky,
For better lives to cross our paths but HE still let's us die,
Letting us learn and grieve from our dead that HE loves us dearly,
Our bloody future as we keep this up shows timeless and clearly,
As we mess around we lose the picture and waste our time,
Our bad teaching and wrong doings are what affects our prime,
Most of us never make it out because we always decline,
The outlooks of Gods plans for us we assume so abstenine,
We must pray and believe God will help us or we'll never triumph,
It is only then we will make due of ourselves as HE let's us come...

By Michael Smith

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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