As i gaze...cross this life space of mine....
I see....feel the presence....of tortured souls...in need...
.....for source of redemption...
not least of all........... my own..

I have lived............ but one life ....
still have died a thousand deaths...along the way 
......and counting........
...Been persecuted by the wicked........
and subjected to tyranny by the unjust...
But...none-such so cruel... nor severe of pain..
than the days I willingly swapped sweet grains from my soul...
for the promise of belongingness to comfort.

Betrayed by desires...birthed in mis-information wombs...
...as I gaze........ I stand in mourning.
For the loss of innocence in my soul...I grieve
I grieve for you.......say good-bye to my failing tears...
My longingness are only fond rememberances.


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