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Sep 2010
When I meet the end
Don’t follow in suit
Dress me in a suit
All white
I’m alright
With however many moments
God
Loaned me
To spend
With friends,
And my
Next of kin
In the blend
Of happiness and ignorance
I stand content
Contrary to my obligation
To fall
Before all
Caged in
A casket
Cradled and Casted
Deep
Into the vast void
Of undiscovered
Land

The evidence of decompostion
Doesn’t sit well
With those
In positions
That demand proof
To make use of life

Those who
Make it based on faith
Leave
With a flash
That lasts
Until the last memory
Is played
They hope
The lord
Isn’t as strict
As the script portrays

I believe we are a portrait
There’s only truth
In what we see
The beauty or disgust
Is just
What we perceive
The picture
In actuality
Was painted
By the hands of time
Drawn out
To display

The power of an idea
The strength of a concept
And The Intrinsic Value of Nothingness
Joseph Childress
Written by
Joseph Childress  30/M/Detroit
(30/M/Detroit)   
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