For my age, I’m pretty smart,
For my age, I’m a work of art.
For my soul, I’m dark and old,
For my soul, I’m dead and cold.
I sound like an old textbook!
Typical rhymes in case you looked.
But that’s what they want!!
Same words in typical fonts.
I lost a rhyme there or two...
But there’s no box you can fit me into.
I got this life memorized at the back of my hand.
It can bend me never break me, as if it can!
At first glance, you’ll think I’m silly but kind,
But if you got a chance god knows what you’ll find.
I’ll scare you, amaze you and get you running...
I was innocent when my life was cunning.
They taught me to believe in god, faith and hope,
I can be so ignorant, when god’s hands were a rope.
Infidel, faithless, impious? Call it as you wish...
But I knew that even god has a favorite dish!
He picks, he chooses his favourite ones,
Like my mother he cares more about his sons.
Unfair, unkind but I got to admit...
If it wasn’t for him, I won’t be strong not even a bit.
For my suffering I’ve forgot and forgave.
He made me compassionate, even brave!
It can’t get worse than this, he tries.
He knows it now, he can see it in my eyes.
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