Brink Or Belief.

No Peace.
This World That We Inhabit Just The Belly Of The Beast.
Swallowing Souls Whole.
Just Like Night In Ghetto Streets.
I Sit Here Quietly And Think;
As Tears Fall In The Ink.
Are We Closer To The Brink?
Or Closer To Belief?
All I Know Is That I Do No Trust
That’s Why Sobriety
Is The Farthest Thing From Me.
I Crave Internal Peace.
We All Desire Remedies.
Heard The Devil At My Door
In The Form Of The Police
Because My Skin Tone Matches A Man Who Lives Radically
I Know Life’s A Masterpiece
But I Still Wonder Will I Be
Killed Because Pigment Isn’t Something You Want To See
I’m Polytheistic
So When I Pray To My Gods
A Divine Army Watches Over Me
But The Answer To This Soul Question Still Eludes Me.
Are We Closer To The Brink
Or Closer To Belief?

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