Upon words, correct your attitude
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Use them with gratitude
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As speech was born in altitude

Wear yours with respect
For it suits you
Even if you're able to fit into mine
You wouldn't be able to walk, wearing them the way I do
Simply because they weren't made to fit you
For they suit me
My integrity

You love yourself
As much as you love obeying Him

Little grains of sand,
Slipped through my fingers;
As I dwell on my dreamland,
I couldn’t help but linger.

What if no evil existed?
What if there was no bond of adoration?
Into this philosophical flow I was drifted.
With no awareness of the duration.

I settled in this realm of imagination.
Where there is no order of creation.
Where I am ignorant of all mortal’s complication.

Out of the blue, I felt a tap on my shoulder,
I turned around;
It was a reminder,
That I am still on this simple,beauteous ground.

I wash my hands with ink
From letters

I wash my heart from ink
With letters