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In the Deepest of the Pit
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Dark/Pain Poems
In the deepest of the pit
of my emotional depression
Laying on the bed for a whole day
Couldn’t resist the temptation
Prayed to God to save me but he won’t listen
My destiny is uncertain with no blessings
Can’t resist living by the rules of the oppressed
While the oppressor controls my destiny
Never asked to be born, either to a successful or rough home
Memories of the past remind me of my struggle
Remember when you lived with no purpose with the locos
The sky is dark, the night is cold, God is nowhere to be heard
Intellectual young brother, raised to be different, to challenge the faith
Allah, God, Jesus, Mohammed, Buddha, Halie Halassi are they all the same?
Well I guess that if you believe, the world is pink
It seems as if I don’t fit into this body or life, it all went back to when I died inside
Is there a place where I can rest. Let my soul rest in peace
Is there a place where I can go without any pits?
As I reminisce through the time
I find myself with the same results
I never asked to be born
I’ve never been shot, I’ve never been in jail
However, my heart is full of bullet holes
And my soul is incarcerated in hell
When I write I feel my soul getting reached
I feel my soul been lift
True to thy self is the final goal
Staying holy within is the ultimate goal
Depressed, oppressed, impressed by this world
Temptation is at the door, trying to make me go below
So much hate on TV, so much hate in the streets
The only thing we talk is about killing our seeds
Smile, scream let your soul be freed
Words flow through my brain like water through a pipe
I will never reach the land promise by my God
However, through all the trials and tribulations
In the deepest of the pit
I will Smile like Mother Teresa did
