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Truth Be Told
If light were to be shone upon my life,
My, humanly blemishes would intervene.
Flourishing into a sequence,
My need to justify has been defeated.
Demolishing the little bits of the reason why I haven’t succeeded.
I’ve put my soul out for auction;
the sheyateen made a bid…
succeeded,
Left in the depths of my pool of mental tribulations,
I drown, My body is solely being immersed into the tears of uncertainty,
Decaying with humility,
Thy world holds seems to be losing its essence,
alongside everything else, I’ve ever known.
The reciprocity of our love is tarnishing.
The sheer ignorance of our knowing
yet ignoring is a weakening of our faith,
and defeating the reason for our existence.
We often promise ourselves to turn to our creator,
Sometime before judgment day,
but after the death of our kin.
And so we procrastinate until we are resurrected