…..who’s exempt from the devil’s imps, who alone can cast the first stone, maybe we should just leave that question alone, better watch your tone, your soul sure don’t have a clone, to take that sentence, you better show penitence, and you better have a witness. I don’t think you’ll be doing dishes, it will be fire and brimstone, but you won’t be alone.
…..Better stop looking at that girls bust, that ain’t nothing but lust, learn control before you get turned to dust, maybe control won’t be enough, shouldn’t have to control something that shouldn’t be. We gonna have to become another being that’s void of lust before we get turned to dust with no fuss or disgust.
…it’s scary knowing we’re not the being we’re suppose to be, the being most are will get chased from the gates while we drop little bits and pieces of hate, now that’s in bad taste. All one has to do is meditate, and you’ll find you still can’t even see the gates, the give up in you will start telling you it’s all fake; but don’t listen to Jake, he on the take; he’s a imp that’s sent here to pimp and turn every man into a spiritual gimp, cause he’s a snitch and he’s going to get you in a bind and rob you of all your time.
All of creations consist of man, woman and child, before you take a bow don’t throw in the towel, just put your ego in check, what the heck, you got a little time before you on deck.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 3rd, 2022 11:46
- Category: Unclassified
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This poem definitely gets you thinking, it has a really good flow to it. Keep Writing!!!
Thanks sista, I’ll keep try to be thought provoking with a nice flow, something I aim for most of the time.
Well your welcome, and from what I have read you hit it every time.
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