Tired, of mainly sitting with no one.
the world had me far flung.
Torn open wide.
While in dissidence I seem to hide.
People Yell weirdo and freak, for years and years.
all I am is a vessel of God, who fought for life, for peace, behind a veil of sandy tears.
Made a Guinea pig, a puppet a toy.
and I was in justices employ.
Tired, of Laying at the gate.
But maybe its my fate.
Lazarus got carried to Abraham.
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