Intrinsic

Intrinsic

 

Alway wondering,

my mind yearns for truth.

 

Morals never took precedence-

your preacher was unconvincing.

 

Ominous being,

where did my prayers go?  

No one answers.

 

Grey matter is glorified.

Omit me from your beliefs as I

diverge.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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