Mon, 03/14/2016 - 22:04 -- bis0laa

You're shifting through several dimensions

In behalf of your heart seeking divine attentions

Your eyes are open but you remain the dark

An ignorant upholder conveys a deficient mark

You're striving for an unthinkable inspiration

Unaware of what is truly your creation

You're following what is of your flesh

Knowing it will bear an inadequate mesh

You're prone to continous sinning

But that won't hinder you from winning 

You're accustomed to prosperity being in pay

Not the kind that makes your day

Your looks are beyond desired

It's your true thoughts that are completely admired

You're realizing the state of being free

All while comprehending that this is really me


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