Grace it has no beginning,
but ends with reality.
Don't believe in nothing you hear.
Don't believe in nothing you see.
Grace don't come from no gods.
Grace ain't earned by no deeds.
Wander through states of existence,
transcending the limits of needs.
Grace ain't some kind of power,
no divine independent kind
Grace is just out of reach
of the grasp of the human mind
We're all just rotting fruit.
Grace isn't something we can give.
Is our life so meaningless,
that's it's not enough just to live?
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Poetry & Lyric of a death obsessed megalomaniac with an inferiority Complex.
PoetryA collection of poems & lyric that became songs. By a once, "closet poet". Was this person mentally stable when he wrote some of these?. Is this a reflection of someone's life and feelings, or just, "made up for impact, effect, and reaction? The wri...
