Life : In Deepest Thought
Dark clouds circle me like sharks
As the storms prepare to strike
I lay vulnerable awaiting the sparks
Awaiting for one last fight
And my courage pulls up and parks
Then suddenly this all seems like spite
Life greeting me like that, with a knife and fork
Life seems barren, it must be a dungeon
And the after-life, a force fed fantasy
Pulling me down as I hang on to religion
Refusing the whole live and die mentality
As being truly alive fuels my rebellion
And I watch as sociality slaughters Humanity,
I watch as morality falls in its legions
04/04/2016
Copyright © Ronny Madonsela | Year Posted 2016
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