Torn Apart

Made in his image,

torn by own.

Made to pay in pain

for a happy home.

Struggle is the norm,

fight a fire.

Passing people treat

you as a liar.

Guess they never met,

a soul mine,

does not give a damn

what they find.

I’ve my own battles I

am ripped it

seems I’ve a holy pull

against all I grip.

Take my soul my God

has left me see

his called worship has

split community.

I think we should share

what is the pain

of a condemned people

left in pain’s rain.

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