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| I've been contemplating this so called "reality" And calling into question The Field of relevancy that inspires reverence And the source of eternally profound faith. To find one's God is another person's doG Infuriates the soul, but why mope? Why declare war cause you think that this whore Knows less about life than yourself? The worries of material value Permate culture much farther than expected Your music and clothes, do you think that it knows What it stands for, at least what it shows? To look beyond oneself is a lie But to look within oneself is futile. When you're breathing real deep and you "know" what you seek Keep in mind: with no lights, you cant see. Watched the sun go down immensely dull Saw stars begin their nightly flight Then coming inside and trying to hide When Resentful Ra peeks again. |
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| This is a poem i sorta wrote in like 10 minutes. vaguely, it warns one to question their faith. Having religious beliefs is, of course, perfectly fine. It's just when one becomes too dependent on this faith and not having one's head in the world we perceive that the problem begins. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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