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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #2202816
Talking about waiting
Is the world waiting for me? and am I waiting for God?
Why do they wait? and what do I wait for?
Yes, the very fabric of my name, the emblem of my father's house, the proof of my native land tells me to wait.
Yet, I spurted out of my mother's womb like a poisonous food unsettled in her stomach
Can I call this wait Patience in disguise?
Or is it the weight of the Ancients that blurted out our eyes.
Is this wait our over give to the designs of fate
Or an enchantment of death with the rhythm of her gait
Do you believe that the world waits for you?
Then let the with be worth it.
Wait on the Lord, wait for the Lord.
Do not let the wait be a good for nothing waste
And let not your good fate turn away because of your wanton haste
And again I ask does the world wait for me?
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