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Wrath. . .

Failure to proceed. . . face it you lose.
The end of which you hold dear.
Your fate defied and the fruit visible.
Born dead, to live a nightmare.
Death's grip not tight enough.
Wrath of god's humor. . .
Slipping between the cracks somehow.
Doctors speed to save the blue child.
Mothers tears of joy and relief.
Rolling down her face, rebirth in mercy.
4 years of the genisis in poverty struggle.
11 years and the frailty of life revealed.
Taking the role of a predessesor.
Holding back the screaming sibling of 4 years.
Mother is not well, father is not hurting her.
The struggle showing the importance of the hospital visit.
4 are the walls to contain the strain.
3 years locking the world out.
14 years and the windsheilds strength not understood.
Doctor "I dont know how you did not fly through to your death".
16-17 years and 3 times the gunmen would not pull the trigger.
Is there a greater purpose? Nightmares. . .
Living as honorable as can be.
Just to be torn by the ones you love.
Given that which you do not deserve.
Lies. . . Deception. . . Fake lover. . . Time and time again.
19 years and a failed attempt.
Death's not so tight grip yet again.
Sitting back to re-evaluate the situation.
Darkness is all that is seen.
Your fate robbed from you. . .
You were never supposed to live. . .
The reason you have survived will never be known.
You were at the edge and falling, yet not lost?
You persue that which will never find you.
You will only have friends that you hold love for.
Your lovers will all burn you.
Even though you supported all of them.
Face it you are suffering the wrath of God's humor.

**Do not be falsely lead, I am not suicidal nor unhappy.
Rather content, yet went through some dark times.**