Inconsequential.
Menial tasks.
Even the books our truth were built upon - a mirage.
A sole purpose to detain and control.
Yet, I believe.
Perhaps not like I used to.
But it's there.
God is alive.
He lies dormant inside you.
I've seen it before.
You will remain oblivious.
Until he wakes...
Apr 8, 2022
Apr 8, 2022 at 6:47 AM UTC
Inconsequential.
Menial tasks.
Even the books our truth were built upon - a mirage.
A sole purpose to detain and control.
Yet, I believe.
Perhaps not like I used to.
But it's there.
God is alive.
He lies dormant inside you.
I've seen it before.
You will remain oblivious.
Until he wakes...
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