We have eyes to see
Ears that can listen
Feet that can walk
Tounge that makes me talk
Hence, oh Lord. We are perfect, for we are Your creation
We have enough emotions for what's essential
And intelligence when things get critical
A heart and a mind that coordinate, for you are worthy of passion
Hello oh Lord. We are never worthy of this basic blessings
Nor the prosperity of faith and great promises
For who we are but a disobeyer? A lazy, gal.
Who'm I think can't accomplished anything, a complete null.
You are never worthy of low quality
But here we are, You enforcing to be an A
Oh Good Lord. What can I do for you? I could say.
But to do is as blur as Xray is
Sad to see, how we often say things such as failure.
Surely, that part, I was walking a talk.
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One Hundred Fifty
RandomFifty, Fifty, Fifty A writing challenge for myself is to create fifty poems, fifty essays, and fifty one-shot stories, every single prekeng day to make it a hundred and fifty days of honing my skills and giving sparks to my interest. Here's the deal...
