Poisoned By Discovery
We build false realities
To keep our mentalities safe
Blame it on God, blame it on luck
Blame it on the sins a human created
Reality is dangerous it pulls our legs from under us
It breaths down my neck with pestilence
So that negativity will be inevitable
The more I learn the more it grows
The realization that I am lost inside my soul
I use to believe God is why I never felt alone
Until I questioned authority and doubted society
My brain has a mind of it's own
Copyright © Connor Meade | Year Posted 2012
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