In this life there are a few things that I’ve learned
You can’t believe in all the words you’ve heard And only trust in knowing that truth just is not pure and white, The devil is an angel, and A face is just a face until its burned by the sun And a man is just a man unless he’s a black one So, if I Am knowing then this blessing is their curse I witness plastic smiles claiming allegiance With their naked truth exposed they run for cover Cloaked in division Living life in comparison Never finding comfort in their own tone Changing for the bet, fadded, and faded. How can you trust in those practicing deception? Why should we indulge if our preference is a weapon? Wisdoms of unknown, complex contemplation Woes over complexion, bleached eroding surfaces. Choosing tools over purpose, questioning, “Is it worth it?” Is this a life worth living? Or even better question, Do you value yours?
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AuthorI am a lifist, meaning I embody and transmit the life I experience with a value of aesthetic beauty in all of creation.
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