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ME

A shiver runs down my spine,
I need that manna of mine,
that given with manna and quail,
As i look for a scapegoat, i wail,
life feels like a bad bet,
that i made yet i did not.
I wasn't aware,
I wasn't even here,
As i popped out i cried,
should that answer it
without all that science of unblocking the lungs?
Is the world that bad...?
that an innocent should cry when brought forth?

I need that manna of mine,
that which came without attachment of strings, or did it?
they formed a covenant, right?
Does that account for the 'free' services
or for the 'fee' of the services?
Is that what the world has become?
a battlefield of some sort?
Is that what ME stands for these days
Must Endure?

Bernice

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