Is God dead? Got my pointless head filled with dread As I step into the dark corner of my room Sealing my tomb with a philosophy of doom Because honestly I’m consumed by this feeling The most uncomfortable truths I am revealing Deal with it Because I feel like I’m a digit Descriptive is their slavey of us as we picket Deceptively decrepit but deserving of our message While condemning all the people for fighting where the stress is Incessant but yet never to eject it Wreck it? Oh yes I do test with Pho Phonic rhyme style concentric Circular in motion and aesthetic Some more 🙏✍️
