In the vastness of the universe
Thoughts tripped over an object
Lost in the sands of of censure
Picked it up and hid for pleasure
A child once inquisitive on self
Grew up in fear of thunder claps
Hidden myself in the recesses
Layered and doubled up within
Whether there's a frowning God
Sitting in a throne with a scepter
Doling out mercies to whomever
Never wanted to risk his anger
Deaths, doubts, and devastations
Too many times by masked fiends
Fiascos dealt by fraudulent fools
Have recovered from the innuendos
Strolling alone once again by myself
Stretching sands warm my bare feet
Lost objects littered the open sea
Gleefully, a child, at rest within me.
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