The Lost Branch – GoodNews

A Poem About Misery.
Knock Knock
Who’s knocking on my door?
I have many things I have to share
Of the hates I own and the hates I share
I have so many great opportunities I can’t unhold
And I have passage through hell I can’t compose
Devil say, I have you out here.
You are the riddle inside I hold in that year
When the world was turned back on me and no one to tell
I have made you a puzzle for no one to get
Except those who have shared in the pains we earned
I do hope that life see me whole through
Of how I chained my name with death
From every principalities here to heard
That if I have to turn the pages on death
Then it would be my ages I cant condemn
The ages of when I made it so right
And my goods was higher than my bads
The age I have no one to share
Except the love of Justice that I get
These are holding sorrows I can’t compel
But i love it I am showing more care
From restraining you on ending up here…
My Story From Hell

Madeby The Last Palm