be the stamp..make things make sense as to the taste of your own medicine...
on your mark, make your mark, colourish wish to flourish…
God made us in HIS own image, likeliness...then what’s the point to emulate whoever?
we are often wrong for someone..what went right to come wrong?
as addiction is to an adaption..for whatever we give too much power, it controls us...
a role model to some, a true moderator of sons..
They might talk it, but they don’t know it all..
the reason that started it all could be the destiny..
only God be the Judge…go to church for charge..
carefull on what you say and how you say it..
a joke can be an intended warning..mind of the little games that we play..
Rumours and rumours of wars in need of evidence of everything..
mistakes don't define us..pride comes before a fall..
What do the dead know? what do the toddlers say?
step by step, a deal to patch..we wear different shoes, got to own paths..
a junk to everything is a master to none..
Be real you, on what you need, be it of deed…
get on the lead, feed trust in your needs..
acquire, maintain, increase, then demonstrate..
make it of your taste, whichever test, that’s how you stamp..
invest as if we prophets…profits of planning on projects..
keep it, before in pit
for it started, and it will end.
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