Today like any other day could be the last day, at the cliff of our Hope, at the end of our rope, what must I say that would be so dope, to help you cope, and see things through the lens of my scope, I will not wage your faith like the pope, I rather will engage you to soak, and warrant you to seep through the pores of your fears and marinate in it’s inability to enable you to fantasize about an end that only God knows if it’s near, C’mon can’t you see, that it’s False Evidence Appearing Real, please I beseech thee to lend me thine ear, so that I can galvanize and whisper words of wisdom that will help you steer and grab your reins back from the opposition, to fight it off with courage and conviction at the end of this pier, what ever is left give it, what ever is right own it, what ever is Just, just do it, in the name of Love, nope, in the name of Life itself, I dare you to Hope!. Selah
A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.
“Hope” is A Pipoetry Written by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2013, All Rights Reserved
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