From the book of
“ I say so ‘s”
(Not Isaiah)
Nothing can really be described
yet a poet paints a picture
in your mind
No one can be converted
until their truth
has been perverted
Lies needs to be believed
the truth doesn’t
we’ve all believed
a lie that wasn’t
There’s no future
there’s no pass
there’s only the present
Life is a state of either
Pain, pleasure or pleasant
Do not stop desiring to desire
The meaning of your life
Lies within your passions!
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 5:51 AM UTC
From the book of
“ I say so ‘s”
(Not Isaiah)
Nothing can really be described
yet a poet paints a picture
in your mind
No one can be converted
until their truth
has been perverted
Lies needs to be believed
the truth doesn’t
we’ve all believed
a lie that wasn’t
There’s no future
there’s no pass
there’s only the present
Life is a state of either
Pain, pleasure or pleasant
Do not stop desiring to desire
The meaning of your life
Lies within your passions!
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