DRENCHED BY BELIEVE BY JOSEPH-SAM SARAH



When i was younger in understanding
The opportunity to judge was zero
Never having worries that warrant meditation
Thoroughly in love with none but heroes
I believed only in successful adults.

The mind of an emotional non-racist
Grew to become fully paranoid
A child less than a decade mist
Suffers in helpless warmth of cold fog
Lips fell out from tasteless soup.

Wearing their darkened yellowish thick skin
They belched from water-filled thought
Confused and convinced by this truthful myth
The word " scrape the burnt pot"
Became a muddled wishful joy.

Killed by the hands of nobody
Their dreams glow with neglected visions
Near and promising, unable to touch it
Known neglect aids the broken comfort
Acquitted souls stood as a plaintiff.

When i was older in confusion
The opportunity to judge was zero
Worries came; meditating for direction
Others mock the flaws of heroes
I conformed to believe in much faith.

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