If only people knew about my life strategy. They could pull themselves out of their own tragedy. Like I did before the world made sense. Before I jumped over this mind block like a fence. Before I knew my birth was no coincidence. And I was roaming the Earth a little to tense. Thats right I had some issues of my own and not once did god throw me a bone. So I gave up on religion and to this day it was my best decision. I would hate to waste my life on the make believe. When everyday churches lie and deceive. They say you'd donate your money if you believed in god. When people are donating money because they're victims of fraud. Maybe I'm being harsh at this point in my rhyme. Probably because it wasted so much of my time. Made me think I was going to burn in hell. With god looking down thinking, oh well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem