Anarchy

Forgive me for my iniquities, I am just what you made God.

I smoke nicotine, and I detach my heart to stay calm.

Waking up this late, with plans to reset and try again the next day…

But nothing goes as planned, and now I feel less than a man.

Discomfort, because no one is perfect and at the end of the day, the man in the mirror is my enemy.

Secondly, I was never taught how to love, let alone received love from the people I needed it the most from.

When this boy was locked and chained, who was there to hold him?

Trapped by all forces known in the physical realm, with just God holding my hand…

It is quite difficult, following God’s orders, while it being from a distance, nevertheless, he is still shaping me as a man.

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