on my stage
of rage.
God calls;
I fall,
desensitized
by the lies
and false cries
of a world
I criticize.
What’s wrong
is what’s right
in their sight;
and I can’t fight
these illusions,
these confusions,
these intrusions
of my soul.
A world held high
by my standards
won’t fly,
but crash
among the trash.
By what right
do I claim the world
would,
could,
should
live up to my expectation
God did not,
and all are his creation
Jason, 23
-Devozine
(c) xoxoCharis Vera @ 10:25:00 PM
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