6/30/2013 Writen By; Mr. Rufus M.J
To be born in world where sinners survive, and the good die, it is a journey
of hurt and pain, that we are brought into, to feel as though,to feel as though
we have died from one world , and we open ours to another. To try to look
back, to see that world. Why our we not allowed to see where we came from
and where wwee are headed.
To love the land and the skies,above, the promise of peace of mind, in and be
we get to thee heavens, we slave with that motivating though in mind, as we c
heerished, mother earth. Or was it a young a young mans fantasy?
The time that the reality,of this world,this time, this place,it,s restiction on any
level reveals a Truth. We are still in time,s of Old, the early Ages of inmature
relations. As I have slaved with mother earth until now, my bak has no bone.
So now a aseed sewed back into mother earth, I wait to be nurtured again back
to health, back to life, back into the world. How many time,s doe,s a man die
off and be reborn again ?
How many times, I have asked that. " That depends on the man and his up bring
So which growth developes faster that seed, that lies on the concrete or
that seed that lies in the soil.
Written By; Mr.Rufus Murry Jr.
Alle Rechte an diesem Beitrag liegen beim Autoren. Der Beitrag wurde auf e-Stories.org vom Autor eingeschickt Rufus Murry Jr. Veröffentlicht auf e-Stories.org am 01.07.2013.