Most times, all she wishes
is to escape this madness,
to a land with no worldly cravings,
no liars, no betrayers,
a land of God fearing hearts.
To dwell in the shadows of the unseen,
known only to the Lord of all worlds,
a life of worship, of peace.
Release me!
Release me from the chains of this fleeting world,
a world of false promises, of empty desires,
where tomorrow is never promised.
Release me from delusions,
and take me back to where I belong
to the One who created the pen and commanded it to write.
And most times, I despise this feeling,
this worry over a world so temporary,
a world where tomorrow may never come.

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