Deeply rooted insight
Do we ever think to form our conscious
Having watched the moon and studied it
Seeing it form the most perfect of smiles
What part of the truth do we not understand
The media has a bias when it comes to revelations
A rich collection of certain subjects form ungodly acts
Pride your blindness doctors your opinion to speak honestly
Let us draw on the picture of a broken soul
Begin painting from the darkness with a shade of light
Without colour we are left with a blank canvas
Do we find justice disheartened turning the tables
We are so occupied by our own ideas we have lost contact with God
A tragedy when we loose focus on Jesus's words
Not recognising the face of mercy when it pleases our inner being
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