Distractions
Distractions
What falsely makes you happy
Could be your destruction
Cos there is no paradise in hell
Most hell feels like heaven nowadays
So trade your ways with cautiousness
Let your conciseness be alive
Their is power in thought
So picture your life by yourself
Be the author of your ways
Be the origin of your movement
The universe will moves with you
Only when you are ready to be yourself
So I chant satisfy my soul oh God
For I have been wailing
Yes I have been through ups and down
I refuse to be where the world thinks
I should be
Cos my dreams is not their vision
My prayers is not their answer
My life is not their ways
My sermons are pure
Yet the world is made of false hope
Full of diverse
Distractions.
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