Interpretation can make
Or destroy an nation
The word is blind
Until sat on the line
So make of it as you will
We all die still
Whether we go to heavens above
Or just in the ground with love
I have no right to judge you
That is my view
I only defend myself
and those that I love too
I wish you would fly
To skies far above
Just leave our little planet
Alone with some love
Designed to not be
Fleas fly intractably
Within things we cannot see
That’s the true meaning of impropriety
Clever dumbing down
I just became history’s clown
No updates on words forever more
You’ve gone shut the stable door
Many run around
Attempting to right
All those you’ve run aground
Whores are not the problem
Stigma still abound
Righteousness
Honour
You have not found
I’m sure it feels for you, so tall
Distance is great
Travelling from grace
The meek inherit the earth
Yet you still scream at us
Fall
fall
fall.
The End.
By Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris
Battle with religion and morality.
