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I Just Am The six arms sits on my desk A momento, a symbol of who I am What my roots are Is that any different from a headstone Etched and engraved “Here lies…” It’s a symbol of what was The putrid earth That earth that supposedly I came from and supposedly will go back to What prevents them from burning me The Book is all too powerful The Book is the Law Ancient rites and symbols Too many “Thou shalt nots” A God I cannot see or feel “Yah gotta have faith,” a preacher screamed from atop his soap box in Piccadily Circus as I wandered off A crowd soon enveloped me and made me forget The same way I forget the reasons why |
Additional Notes:
This is about my inner struggles
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