Thursday, June 25, 2009

A poem I shall try... 7

"DESTINY"
This thing we call religion I have yet to figure out,
I’ve begun to question everything, even God’s existance I doubt.

Everyone seems fake as if putting acts,
I want the truth, just give me the facts

The contradictions are everywhere I look,
Trying to make sense, finding nothing in the good book.

I’ve seem to have found happiness on my own,
Needing no one is something I’ve shown.

My life I shall take into my own hands,
Choosing my destiny, making my own plans.

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