I can no longer conceal nor hide
The cold I feel inside
For my heart has stopped beating and my spirit has died
I have lost any sense of pride
For anything I have worked hard and tried
Has already been pushed away & denied
For I am not allowed to gain
So I am placed in a place of disgrace
And I can not hide the hate in my face
And you can not try to sit there & debate
With my eventuality & fate
For I was born into a milk crate
And my destiny and human fate is to become the bum and scum
Of a man that is emotionally numb
Not drunk from human made rum
But that of which is the lies of time past
Those which he drank and thought would help him outlast
The pain and hate is now immense and vast
And maybe one day at last
He can sit and review
The things he did and will have more control of what he will do.
As I have lost much of my minds mental capacity
I have also lost much spiritual tenacity & voracity
Because the demon that took over my internal humanity
Has made sure to induce the possibility of scarcity.
And now that my mind has been going
And the wind continues it’s strong winds of blowing
I now know and understand
That there is no real purpose for having ‘much knowing’.
For all that I spent time on learning
Is the very purpose that has caused my soul to be burning!
For much wisdom was given but opportunity to share was not!
And most of my life I have remained lukewarm
But now I have made sure to throw myself into the pot that is hot
For the pot is the world and the heat comes from Gods wrath
Now many make listen and or read and sit back & laugh
But these are the kinds of mental images that disturb me and do not allow me to restrain or refrain And are probably the main cause for me not to ever have any gain.
And so I speak forth my various troubling thoughts
Discussing the various wars to be in them I’ve been forced.
Many wars have been waged and rules broken when enforced.
I am challenged to find my path for what shall be my course?
SkTzO