In Hell You Have To Second Guess
You Have To Filter Beautiful Truths.
You Have To Attack Your Brain Until It Gives You Ideas and Answers,
In Hell You Have To Become A Robotic Show dog Dancing To Someone Else's Drum
So When I Get To Heaven To The Beautiful Duty Of God, Why Do i Do The same?
Why Can't Society Release It's Breath-stealing Grip?
Am I Just As Guilty As Those Posers Pretending To Be "Deep"?
Is Poetry A Lie, Or A truth?