Some cultures teach duality, instead of unity of the mind, spirit, and body. People do not know the diffrence from comandments and laws. I'm not guilty.
"Paradise Lost" said, "The mind is a place of its own. In it, it can create a hell out of heaven, a heaven out of hell." Tupac said, "Life isn't complicated. Only what you make it to be."
My brother's imagination has set low expectations for him about me. He's going to turn and try to pin those expectations on me, and expect me to follow them. That's gully; thus, he tries to pin that, "nobody, but yourself" on everybody else's selves. Point one finger at me, point three back at himself.
Let the Lord judge me on perfection. I have no motive for people seeing me as a human being. I'm not guilty. Not getting away from something that is not even a skeleton in the closet is amusing. I'm not laughing at myself. I'm laughing at the person yelling and saying, "You're not getting away!"
A former student from the program I completed last summer knows that for herself. She is battling with her diabetes, but not her vision loss. Therefore, there is no confession to be made. I'm innocent. Court adjourned.
Poetry by Vanna "Smokie" Song
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Not Guilty
It's funny as hell, but hell isn't funny. It's easy as hell, but hell isn't easy. My life isn't complicated, so don't even contradict."Paradise Lost" said, "The mind is a place of its own. In it, it can create a hell out of heaven, a heaven out of hell." Tupac said, "Life isn't complicated. Only what you make it to be."
My brother's imagination has set low expectations for him about me. He's going to turn and try to pin those expectations on me, and expect me to follow them. That's gully; thus, he tries to pin that, "nobody, but yourself" on everybody else's selves. Point one finger at me, point three back at himself.
Let the Lord judge me on perfection. I have no motive for people seeing me as a human being. I'm not guilty. Not getting away from something that is not even a skeleton in the closet is amusing. I'm not laughing at myself. I'm laughing at the person yelling and saying, "You're not getting away!"
A former student from the program I completed last summer knows that for herself. She is battling with her diabetes, but not her vision loss. Therefore, there is no confession to be made. I'm innocent. Court adjourned.
Poetry by Vanna "Smokie" Song
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