Philosoulpher
A mind like mine
Is endangered
Rare to find
A mastermind
Super analytical
Superior
Makes thoughts that seem mythical
Tactician of life
I carry out my dreams
Had many life goals
Before I was a teen
Today’s times are ignorant
Blinded by the management
Easy to see where the damage went
Society is corrupted
The rich get richer
The poor stay poor
They spend money on rockets
But not enough on the projects
It’s like they don’t care
About our welfare
Life’s not fair
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I write because I feel. I feel because I think about where we are today, where we've many times before, and where aim for many tomorrows. To say I'm content would be an overstatement. To say I'm grateful would be an understatement. I'm seeking collective liberation through a medium in which I have yet to fully explore. I desire harmonic convergence for YahWeh's kingdom in this life and beyond.
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