This is a poem I wrote in the Prayer Chapel and when I was done writing it, I looked it over and I literally said, "What the hell, do I really think this?" And after prayer, some much needed self-examination, and reading the Bible, I said, "No, these are not my thoughts!", so thus the title. The poem is pretty straight-forward.
I wonder. I plunder. I kill. I steal.
Tell any lie I can, so I can make a deal.
I cheat. I swindle. I skim from the top.
Everything I think I need. And everything I want.
I think there is a problem here, but you know,
I'd rather be blind.
Than trying to count my sorrows and wasting
my minutes crying.
There is actually a simple bliss
that can only occur in selfishness.
I'll close my eyes and cover my ears
live in the darkness but, live without fear.
Not because I serve something of great significance
but, rather because I choose to live in ignorance.
If I choose to shun the light,
it is possible, I just might.
Escape the judgment that I feel,
done by those who claim they're real.
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