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Every man
Is for himself..
Just like a shirt,
With tight long sleeve
You try to wear
Or take it out,
Until you learn
Not to expect,
Much from people
And a pie crust
Nothing you will
Get done to dust.
Best helping hand
Is at the end
Of a long sleeves,
Just you to fend.
Armageddon is having funEver since the blue skies collapsed…Humanity hops, jumps and runsFalling into core heat of hellWhere our hopes are melted by darknessAnd a…
Would the sun ever regain her brighten? Would corona coronation stop being heightened? Yes, it is taking souls and instilling fear No one wants common…
I have a dream, and in that dream, Apocalypse made reverse flip She flooded streets, with a reset, Giving them back all in their bank…
Title: Mourner’s Anthem When breeze blow the dust follows In my arms I watched her go Now I know why Jesus wept; Wish she has…
Humorously true. My people have a saying that your own arm is your closest kin. After God, na only you sure pass. 💪
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Gbam
The hammer is on the nail here ooo. O.Y.O. lol
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Ecclesiastes 11:1 KJVS
Cast thy bread upon the waters: for thou shalt find it after many days.
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Yes…
It means worry not, I guess.
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Nope! What it means is: help someone in need and when the time comes that you need help someone will help you.
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Okay
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But trust me, i am my own self on my own lane, but i’d help if i can
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Lol.
OYO mood… On your own.
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lol
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