A Rage of Confusion

I don’t really know what I did wrong or who did me wrong, all I know is I was born so and I ended up so

Then my wildness took the wheel, I went up and down the hill, of life of madness and I got ill, even ended up wanting to kill

I was raised inside a cage, my horizon was between fence, then I tried to take offense, and I tried to confess

I was hated to my blood, as if all I did was fraud, I was grounded inside my pod, my mind, my heart, my spot

All I did was thinking ahead, while maintaining to not be mad, all I ended up was saying, “my bad“, though you know I’m not that bad

But the system and the demons, the cruelty and the evils, the olds and the news, those on the paper or their views

The words of those human angels, that struck in depths of emptiness, of souls that believe in their faithfulness, but neglect and disrespect mindfulness

Of those who see unbiased views, those who listen and review, those who support and continue, to give and care is all they knew

They don‘t own the credo, they are even pseudo, but you who‘s so crude, so rude in your pursuit

Of happiness that book promises you, of love that God guarantees you, of wealth that prayer ensures you, of care that fast shows you

But it’s actually zero what you do, if what you say is “I’m better than you“, well the truth is, it’s probably true, but that’s a so-narrow view

What does it mean to be better for you? To move your body on cues? Up and down looking for clue, the slower the better, is that true?

Well, tell me, holy, why do you do polygamy? Is it a justification for your lusty mind? As long as it’s based on God, everything’s fine?

So, smoking isn’t good for your health, like alcohol brings to death, but I can smell it from your holy breath, so you make exceptions, for your threat

Isn’t it funny, this construction made by dummies, said to fix and secure peace, but really is just a set of injustice, moreover, a system of loving and to be loved, a foundation set by the lord, love all creatures, regardless their bods, or their behavior or their thoughts

But unacceptable still I am, that didn’t know what I did wrong, damn, I was just being who I am, like what I always am but I don’t know what I did wrong, or who did me wrong, all I know was I was open, and that closed your eyes in a moment

Here’s hoping you’ll start to care, here’s hoping you’ll start to stare at what you did, how you dare, at all of this scare because I don’t know what I did wrong or who did me wrong all I know is I was born so and I ended up so