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a time to mourn this world cries out in despair to overrun by adversity decision is given to it and although seeing does not see the evils that consume its desire(s) these crimes cry for a redeemer left to grieve it suffers in sorrow for even though hearing it does not hear every time i die is it in vain hands held out in misery grasping for a breath of hope but none can be ushered in as it crucifies itself hidden amongst the anguish is the key to comfort a release in an hour of need help in a time of tribulation dying to its own reaping what it sown these tears to teach the tears i weep fall to the sufferings for souls thereof ie cried till blood to offer as a covering a time to heal all is not lost in this endless hour as there is time for everything this too shall pass away this that this world faces is merely momentary this affliction works patience into experience we wait to be saved by a hope
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