Abyss
It is 5pm on a Friday in October and the Sun it setting and I sit by the pond
When...Is...It...Going...To...Change!
I'm thinking about being a recluse to humanity
When...Is...It...Going...To...Change!
My skin oozes with Intellect, Amicability, Vivaciousness, and above all Love
When...Is...It...Going...To...Change!
I look at others in my day to day life but it seems they have no souls residing in their body
When...Is...It...Going...To...Change!
They make fun of other, put other down, laugh at their religions, insult other without even realizing, don't think with their hearts
When...Is...It...Going...To...Change!
I'm outcasted like a leper most days because I don't want to comform to their malevolent ways
When...Is...It...Going...To...Change!
They call me an arcane, a wretch, a fool, a nigger, a radical, a typical black rebelious youth, a loser, a failure at life, a heartless individual
When...Is...It...Going...To...Change!
All I did was try to love them, show them the light, show them the truth, let them know why we continue to suffer as a people and never see unification and love and encouragement and respect
But they don't care...I wanna give up on them these VILE DEMONS
When...Is...It...Going...To...Change
Then--as the tears to to flow profusely--God touches me on the head and speaks to my head
"When...Is...It...Going...To...Change. It will change with you and the other Arcane, I love you, they will learn in due time. My child you're intentions are pure--I love you--continue your tasks".
When...Is...It...Going...To...Change. I don't know. But when I'm weak this is what He tells me, and I believe one day They will come out of the Abyss
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