In my lonliness he talks to me

says, “go ahead and just do it,

you have nothing to live for or be,

and no one really gives a shit”

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Playing upon my every weakness

shadowing discouragement suffocates,

It tells me that  I am not blessed

Obadiahan, wanting to abdicate

                           ^

the role I know that I must take

to  inspire though I feel so low

is this some maddening mistake?

or am I chosen? I must know.

                           ^

I convince myself each new day

that I am here for a good reason

many on my path wish to desecrate

star nestled eagles for false treason.

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Charity guides , keeps me hanging on

giving me hope where there is none,

upon the Rock, this mountain Zion

Love will conquer all, victorious One