I wish I discovered religion
Like how I accidentally discovered ******
That way I'll be ******* addicted to it

I wish I wasn't made to study religion
But learn about how God loves me
That way, my knowledge for his love
Would supercede the doctrines and rules

I can't be an atheist
But I deeply don't love him like I should
I want to but I don't want to study his love

Anymore.
So religion or nah.

The random mysteries in the universe are unrelated.
Pure lies

Deep loud howls of my sadness
Turns on the furs of the wolf
It is so loud, it deafens the ogre

I think I want to see the devil
But I'm afraid I'll like him

The angels want to see me
But I'm afraid they'll love me forever

So I'll sit in this dark haunted bus
All by my thoughts

This is a dream of a weird black boy
Who can't be normal

Seating comfortably in this machine
Watching them sell things by the road
That's the hustle

Heading to the capital
That's where life thrives after Uni.
To start my hustle

The constant of all this is fear
I'm scared
Not of demons and witches
But the real hustle

School built a comfort zone
A chance for allowance from old ones
Now it's time to move out
And hustle.

My default life ends
Now I can be who I want to be
No scolds from parents
But from hustle

'twas tasty.
Different nomnom piled up grins
A hip of spicy sauce
Oh how I munched on it

'twas not tasty
Tummy feels weird sick
It wasn't supposed to be
Now I feel sick

'twas supposed to be tasty
Deep cravings with too much satisfaction
Alas I've learnt my lesson weird
I'll suffer this ache all by myself