Reality is My Quiet Place

Written by: JustcallMe Britt

Im angry that Time is precarious and unforgiving
Filthy the illusion of hope/possibility/time and the delusions this brings
When I die I hope Ive left with my eyes open 
Faith in the selfish demeaning nonsensical unfair philosophy of RELIGION?!
What is a blessing/being blessed/prayer?
What does this do?
Be thankful for what?
Forgive and forget HA! 
Endure abuse because ONE DAY . . . 

Hope, possibility and time . . .
Nothing’s fully erased
Olden impact is rippling 
Was Truth, now faith-replaced

Hope, possibility and time . . .
Live now! Carpe diem!
Hope steers a delusional life
Realize your freedom!