There once lived a man, not young, not old, just enough to withstand- the responsibility in his hands.

He was a man with plenty; enough to live by each passing day with a slimy grin on his face.

He has never experienced such trials in which neither were the darkest of nights nor the murkiest of depths and the furthest from danger.

Then suddenly, everything went crushing down on him.

He was stripped away from everything he once owned.

Embarrassed, wasted, frustrated.

He had nothing left today,

As his faith whittles away,

Wondered when he went astray,

How will he survive the next day.

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