WE ARE MANAGING.
One language I learnt from the rich
as their mouth stumble on here and there.
An acceptable word used to cover wealth as to what joy it grease every heart.
Only a poke could reveal every skeleton underneath but a true word has blocked all hollows.
The new car is a gift from God.
A way to chase plead for help.
We are managing, a song sang by the rich who plant barbed wires all over their riches.
How many will you take to the rift when you drift.
Help when you can!!!
The cunny ones will disguise and shroud to hide the blessings of God.
Hands too deep to reach their pocket, hands glued in the air, waving i swear to God.
The picture death of mean men still hovers in my memory as their enemies hold their wealth and squander.
The lord shall provide.
The anthem of greedy creed who chose to enlarge their coast alone.
The shephards assigned to cater for the sheep, alone embrace the greener pasture.
The Lord shall provide,
The Lord shall provide.
Nothing pains me more than pretense.
All hands of philipians are dead.
Wilt God yet supply thy needs according to his riches in glory hence your hands and ears are adamant to voice calling out to give?
The world is sweeter alone in riches.
But the rich is poor if no one to serve ’em.
Give, give yet the remnant of your food as Lazarus pleads.
The soul shall pray for you even for the fragment you shared.
HElon the needy
THE BLEEDING PEN
GIANT INK MAKING IMPACT.
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