Messengers

Wishing I was dead
It was something you said
That realized what was forgiven
Now I am forgotten

I am not here to get rich
Not here for the fame
I witnessed all these things
By how I was treated by them

Still to this day
Their hearts are in dismay
Knowing not what to do
While messengers do not delay

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