Psychological distress
All consuming psyche unrest
Wanna be put to rest
What a mess I must confess
My soul coalesced in so much I repressed
To be addressed
To cultivate finesse
So much my soul wants to profess
God bless, God bless, God bless, God bless
My existence an experiment, a process
I caress and undress
I digress
No one to impress
But yet we obsess
Over our Godly request
Of being a guest
What suspense
Hence
My apprehension of my success, be free from a test
Intense
Because my soul craves greatness yes
Of my temporary self, simply a silhouette
A mono-dualistic duet of opposing forces
Pure magnetic, magic of creation, bless.
~DiosEmporium, 13/03/26
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