We are all born with an invisible rope.
The doctors can't see it
You can't see it
And your parents can't see it.

The rope is a strong durable
One when you're born.
Perfect and can hold up anything.

When you get older the rope may
Start to break a little.
Not from age
But from people.

They're going to take scissors
and knives to your rope trying to bring you down.

Insulting you,
Using you.as a punching bag,
Making you shed your tears
Of embarrassment.

The laughter of humiliation,
And disapproval will be pouring into your ears.

Breaking the rope strand by strand
Piece by piece
To the point where they is no rope.

The rope that was holding you up
Is now no longer.
You are falling in a bottomless pit
Of depression and anger.

There seems to be no way up
Out of the blackness that
Now surrounds you.

You can no longer enjoy th flowers and sunshine of your soul because now it's nothing but thunderstorms and death.

The Devil is surrounding you
Throwing stones at you.
Doing whatever he can to DESTROY you.

Don't be defeated by
Him. Push him away,
Pick up the stones and throw them back. God is on your side.
He's willing to give you another rope
Just ask.

You can start over
And be up with  the sunshine and flowers.
Up with the happiness again
And this time you will always have a rope.
You don'tneed to worry about it breaking ever again.

Hayo guys so as you can tell this is a poem on salvation and let me tell y'all it is true.
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Byez.