...read these words.
That is my understanding of faith
Why do I need four verses?
Why do I need to rhyme?
Why do I close my eyes?
Why do I need to buy?
Why do I need to sell?
Why do I need to write?
Why do I need grades?
Why do I need politicians?
Why do I need to say?
The ghost of ideas haunts me
Hoping that creativity would hide her face
Wondering if this is just a waste
When I want, You can’t stop me
But when You ask, I ignore
What I can’t hear or see
Could this be a prayer for the creative God
Whose love is deformed and amputated by me
I am not alone in this violent act of humanity
Instead of letting THIS LOVE reflect on us
Like the morning sunrays on a still pond
Our idea of LOVE is forced on everyone
Wearing the mask of Religion
Ready to go trick or treating
I guess I don’t need to know why
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