The Epithet of A Stranger...
The pitfalls are deep...dark and cold
Do desolate and jepardy last forevr?
Friends blame you...
Family scrutnize you
Now you're a display
A broken trophy
Dismatled and worn
Crushed under the feet of many
You have become a stranger
No longer accustomed to this world
And the world no longer sees you asfit
Now... you are ready...
For th disbelieving friends
The silent onlookers
The questionable family
You canandlethe position of being singled out
And the crowd walking ove you...
FOR YOU HAVE BECOME THE RIGHT MATERIAL FOR GOD TO USE...
This poem is about:
Our world
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