HE IS ABLE

Lying frustrated With great level of hatred Anger being elevated Nothings seems coordinated Tears taste like ice cream Day and night I think of my dream Hoping for the day of great beam Nevertheless it looked just too dim A voice from beneath Screaming with defeat If only i could edit Indeed it wasn’t legit A better voice now audible Loveable and commendable With low tone so humble Saying to me “HE IS ABLE”

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