This world is crooked indeed.
Angry, tall and mean like the man
Who stares at me far from the corner.
The disgust in his small black eyes.
Wearing was he a small white cloth.
I wonder.
How freedom was gifted
And people were created at the same time.
The plan must be to kill them all and bury them for their smiles and sins.
Am I not special if I drink the same water as him?
I walk towards the darkness of the alley.
Fear is ignorance.
I do not know things,
Things which I didn’t hear,
Things which i didnt seek,
Things which i didnt touch,
Things which i didnt see,
And most importantly,
Things which lie in the dark.
But we never ask the lord for truth.
Not in the fear that God shall not,
But what if?

What if the light may
One day shine on us,
And one day we shall open our eyes,
And look in the mirror to find
Vengeance and anger staring back at us.
If our souls were tainted,
Where shall the keys of the kingdom of God lie?
We may have to walk in the dark alleys for that,
till only on one fine day, it may be too late but we find ourselves bleeding a bit too much and the lord himself shall bestow him upon us.
And hopefully.
And hopefully.
We shall be carried home.