What is it, dear?
Tell me what happened Why are you agitated? Tell me what's bothering you Relax your mind , take a deep breath Calm your spirit Sit down and breathe in and out Breathe! Breathe! Breathe slowly! Let me hold your hand So you may not be scared Tell me now Tell me, please I am your friend, let me know your feelings Breathe! Breathe! " I am sorry ,dear I am sorry that I have worried you Today , I have seen the unspeakable I was in this realm of intense furor There was noisy people everywhere Those beings looked like bipedal monsters They were killing and slashing each other They were fighting and shouting profanities at each other They were lying and deceiving They were abusing and tormenting Their hands were like tool of destruction Their mouths were like raging fire Their feet were like chariots of war On their chest was written the word Hate On their back was a big rock A rock on which the word hypocrisy was inscribed Yeah I tell thee, I have never seen something like that before." I am sorry to hear that my friend I am glad that you are now with me I am happy to have you as company Now, fear not, for this realm will disturb you no more Fear not for I am your shield " I know you will always care about me But it seems like you do not understand I was not referring to a realm which you know not I was referring to Earth " Oh no! We are doomed! How do we get out of here? “Breathe! Breathe! Breathe, my dear!"
BY JOHN MAYER CHARMANT
(THIS POEM MUST NOT BE REPUBLISHED UNDER ANY OTHER SIGNATURE BESIDES THE AUTHOR’S SIGNATURE STATED HEREIN.)
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Some ask , some answer Some don't ask , some don't answer But why ? Why do we do or do not ? Why do we seek or seek not ? The old man is searching for a purpose The young man is looking for a reason to act But the wise discerns and relentlessly thinks But why ? It seems like the answer is on the tip of your tongue It might be that you can hear it from the melodious voice of the choir It might be that you already knew it all along But why people keep confusing me ? This world is too loud I'm tired of you and you and you ! I think I knew it all along Here's the answer It is near Here's he standing on the clouds with truth and retribution Witness the power of truth by John Mayer Charmant This poem shall not be republished under any other name besides the author's name mentioned herein
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