To the verses I haven't written yet. Let you come from the Creator's tongue, cause mine is vemonous enough. Fill my canvas with my testimony for the next man, than weapons of mass destruction. Mend a heart, that wants to quit, but take the time to read, one who has the same struggles, just on another road. Cause it's written already that, a soothing word can be medicine to the soul. To the verses I haven't written yet. Let you come from a deep place, than a superifical mind. Let you bare fruit, than rottenness, cause it's all around us, and also our worst critics. May you have the power, to allow us to press? Inspire us to raise up and fight, shine the light on the sources of the problem, that we may someday, listen than react. From wherever or whoever you may come from, let it be beautiful, like a child being born or just the marvelous of your Creator's genius. In a poet's prayer I pray. To the verses I haven't written yet. Let your purpose be revealed. Amen."
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