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niklaas Apr 2014
We’ve traded pearls for pigs
We’ve chosen to stand afar in fear of beauty
Behold we stand in ugly
Facing walls that have bars and caged we are within
We traded freedom for liberty
We celebrate and pride humanity at the loss of its glory
We indulge in excess and luxury and yet our souls have never been more deprived
The beauty of right is ridiculed and exchanged at the expense of tolerance and rights
The quality of our class is ******; we are low-low classless
We cant even stick to the rules that govern our own kind
We are debased; we tolerate the whips of our taskmasters
Like slaves, our mentality is deranged from indoctrination’s cup we drank and we are well drunk
What buffoonery, we ***** and bawl after which we crawl back like dogs we eat the same
We lost the North point, we are confused, yet claim to know
We are lost yet we claim to be found and know who we are
We are running a race before even the ‘go gun’ fires
We’ve overstepped our bounds and think we are within the limits and rights
We are trespassing and we think we have visitation rights
We do not have custody rights yet we hold the possession
We want the glory but are not gutsy enough to stand and fight
We choose our preachers and they tell us what we want to hear
We are preaching to ourselves without scripture
We listen to our own voices and call it ‘God’
How far from him we walk while claiming to be living at his feet
Our voices are louder from empty shallow passion that claim wisdom
We are bullying truth, we bruised it over and over again till it went to report us
We would rather lie to ourselves that face the truth, we cant stand how ugly it reminds us we are
We request sick leave and never go for our doctor’s appointment
We plunge into deeper and deeper cave of darkness, we may find out there is no light at the end of the tunnel
We hug and kiss darkness
niklaas Apr 2014
Fitting perfection into imperfection; ****
Destiny’s paths in a fallen world; crooked
Sticking to the original script in spite of modification; stubbornness
Purpose contrary to the films of the soul; conflict
Bogus revelations from false prophets; false rights
Subject to the interpretation of the bearer; truth

Scripts that leave with a new feeling contrary to believing; doubt
Birth of belief and place of surrender; the heart
Authority to rule and reign; ‘Kings and pawns’
Set against enemies, an army; game of chess
‘Come with me I will lead you;’ submission
‘I will lead you to the light;’ enlightenment
Do without questions; acquiescing
Ability to choose but submitting; ‘Free will’
A path of morality and virtue; noble
Journey led and guided by a sage; life
Multiple paths and closed doors; labyrinth
Noble hearts and genuine allegiance; humanity
Unfeigned confidence; tried and proven

Result of weariness and exhaustion; stumbling feet
Inability to walk along due to doubt and disagreement; separation
A journey of backwardness; digression
An act that devalues; abasement
A sentence that is unjust and from a hot judge; wrath

Crooked paths lead to broken streets
Broken streets lead the soul into debasement
Debasement leads to corruption
Corruption leads to horrors that make a freak
A freak of nature
The result of lies, lies, lies.
A broken plot
A bogus belief.

P.S; written at 5am(16/04/14)
TOO HARD FOR ME TO PRETEND...

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