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.
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