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THE ENDING THAT SPEAKS MOR THAN THE BEGINNING
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THE ENDING THAT SPEAKS MOR THAN THE BEGINNING

What more can be better when the firmament ceases to accommodate the stars and the moon?

What more can be better when the sun loses its frequency and lives are left to fend for survival because what once used to be light now scotches even at night?

What more can be better when goodness and mercy no longer abound because judgment and condemnation have been empowered to rebound?

What more can be better when humanity can't be satisfied by the very riches in their stores and barns because the governmental sectors say they are not verified?

Imagine a world where people will be stuck and denied the liberty to be at liberty, a world where freedom feels like a dome where you are not free because you feel you are done.

Imagine a world where artificial intelligence becomes treasured and the people that were once treasured are left to be subjected under pressure.

So I ask again, what more can be better when darkness seems to have overshadowed light and light seems to have faded away like a moving wind?

What more can be better if the abyss is now left open and people that denied and questioned the existence of a God that was crucified for their sake are left to walk into it?

So tell me, what more can be better if we deny to carry the very cross He carried, and for the joy that was set before Him, He endured it, though He cried, but yet He tarried.

So what more can be better than the love of God, the very love that surpasses all understanding?

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Preacher, writer and a spoken word poet
Kaduna, Nigeria
I am Emmanuel Mamman, known as emd, I am a preacher, a spoken word poet, and a creative writer who specializes in writing poems inform of Psalms, love, and life experiences that carries the blueprint of the battles of a believer or a child of God.

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