Bob
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a fine line was drawn in exsistence,
before time's prime, & spawnin the living
It's there... then gone-- good riddence,
Now wat later comes is the fakers among
those believing It's a savior? c'mon...
God's wrong for making the makers of wrong
which means It's right, right?.. i doubt it
my destiny remains clouded & overpowered
w/hours awake on endless nights, thinkin of why
the brake of dawn comes in just a blink of an eye
i sink in my mind,
absorbin wat the gift of reason is
but it's seemin when trust splits into sequences,
I consider shit as treason & my heart bleeds within..
..these needless men, one's a frightnin man to me
knowin these hands can be also writing fantasys
with no use of profanity.. called the bible,
& a hundred years ago was a cause for trial
looked apon as appauled denial, u all can die tho
im not a satanist, athiest, christian or muslim
allah, buddha, jesus, darma.. all of them are one in
a religion that chooses to stay aside, forever mine
being a black rose, the one you could never find
There is none like GOD…; every other statute is an idol
as the idle play with ignorance without tribute to a Bible -
-or a single recital of the Koran and its unbroken charms
arms open to the heavens - where cherubim’s’ advance
dancing on clouds, drifting in space…, uplifting each face
Sunrays reach those that seek growth within the oath
most prophets & martyrs supposed to do good for folks
they wrote notes & visions, but this globe loathed them both
just for hoping on peace as a thesis for the human species
opposing hostilities that freeze fiends less a million degrees
Still sleaze spreads as these dreads twist on my head
while the rich scoff fish-eggs - the poor is sipping dry dregs
siblings are starving..., walking on the margin of death
left to defend for themselves, – orphan’s caught in a wreck
Disrespect up to the neck, past the level of madness…
feel free to believe whatever - as a devil deceives masses.