Doubts bleed us dry,
Leaving nothing but lies,
Why complain, right? Why cry…..
Right? It’s all part of the process so we can become wise.
The crack in our skull will heal,
Takes time to become immortal,
Right? It’s not as easy as making oatmeal
Or opening a portal…….
Black goo comes out of the earth,
Making it seem as if it was part of our own blood,
Now, this has to be part of our birth…….
Right? Or at least part of the mud,
This is not right…….
Nothing is alright.
Doubts are indeed bleeding us dry
And now all we see is the big eye in the sky.
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