Life is hard,
It pulls on my arms, come this way, No! Come this way!
Slowly tearing limb from limb,
Split down the middle, blood seeping out, life seeping out,
What do I serve? That?
Or Him?
The long battle, back and forth,
Thank you, for putting the desire in me,
To fight the darkness, with all my heart,
But, I sometimes doubt, thinking about things,
Will I ever,
Achieve, mature, manhood?
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Wheat Field
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