INTRIGUE
She was desperate Needing answers She ran the race Determined to uncover truth She did all she could But at every turn She fell deeper into webs Into webs of deceits Webs of lies and intrigue. Drowning in her quest She gasped for air All she had ever known Where mere lies now The one she called father Was only her foster And unto whom She called mother She found to be her care taker The very reason She was adopted Sounded lame And almost insidious Was their claims Who shall rescue her From this plot of wickedness From such deception, Of Connivance and conspiracy Oh who could deliver her From this web of contrivance For her heart, now aching Longed for succour In the bosom of Truth And true Love ©heavenly_broadcast PUNCHLINE- When forsaken by the ones you trust the most; take heart! For then, shall you be lifted up by Elshaddai. The Almighty one, the Prince of Peace, shall garrison you round about, Comforted in His arms, He'll be your eternal succor through the dark. Psalm 27:10 & Isaiah 49:15. Photo Credits- To the Rightful Owner.
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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