It's complicated
Everything's out there.
Contemplating Interpretations
Leaving some despair.
Who really knows?
Who has it right.
I search for the answers
Deep into the night.
The rock is the foundation
Of this I am sure.
I've seen it on the streets
Witnessed by the poor.
I heard of it in churches
While bums warmed the seats
But as for a faithful man
Not many do I meet.
I hope they are out there
Walking with the crowd
Not raising their voices
Or praying out aloud.
Blind servants
With humble disregard
For the evil that enthroned itself
And the reality at large.
Certain in the knowledge that truth will find a way...
I wonder if I am right
Or have I too,
Been led astray.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
The only thing that may 'lead' (should it be 'led' in last line?) me astray could be Fido! lol.
He's all imaginary, but he's a talking, reading, pipe-smoking (no baccy in the pipe though) hound-dog!
Excellent work.
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