Reality Is My Quiet Place
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/time
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!
Copyright © Justcallme Britt | Year Posted 2012
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