THE FALL ORIGINAL POEM

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Pretence my greatest companion
Is been so hard..
Soulless as the nut
For a saint turned sinner
I cry for help o Lord

That glittering iron
Misplaced for Gold
Still holding me back
Backsliding, an experience so horrific
I plead for your help o Lord

O human desire..
Women, wealth, wine..
What sacrifice do you need to set me free
Your boundage and shaft has held me captive
O lord come to my help

The joy left me
The zeals, folktales to the children
The fire a play ground for cats..
Lost in the world without trace
O lord help me now..

Trying to come back
Is my biggest wish
Just as the prodigal in the holy book
I lost it all, and so afraid.
Dear Lord, mercifully look upon me

This my original poem...

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