Has anyone asked what happened with a demon,
Is it the same thing that happens to a heathen?
How could they’ve lost faith in everything that they believed in,
Thinking never to trust a soul, because they’re always scheming
Thinking his vision was real, but he was only dreaming.
Everyone saying that they have the right answers,
Polluting their bodies with all sorts of cancers,
And he is just trying to get it before his chance is up.
But everyone is screaming that he should come dance with us.
“Look at us, don’t we look cool,
We did it this way never followed the rules,
Some of us did it and we dropped out of school.
And if you don’t do it like us, that makes you the fool.”
Honestly, he is too embarrassed to say,
That he doesn’t trust them, rather do it his way.
But if and only if he learned to dress like them too,
He can purposely fail the test like them too.
Not understanding that he is much better than those,
Who only find validation in the price of their clothes.
But he is a child of the ghetto, easily sidetracked by gold.
Not knowing the truth, because to him it was never told.
And those that can help him, only lied.
Because they knew he was a God, so that is what they wanted to hide.
Because if he ever found out that they were never really on his side,
He would be woke and finally realized, that it was them who had lied,
And all of his faculties, he should have applied.
To create something that they could not easily defy.
And if he ever saw the vacancy, he would not apply.
Instead he grew old thinking this world wasn’t made for him until he died.
Not knowing the world was made just so that it could hide
That it was them that were defected from the inside.
©bflybgod
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