Jealousy and hate, we all can relate
This is our state, but it’s not our fate
We are born liars, with sinful desires
Burning in fires, consumed by the flame
But God is not tame, he is a lion
Perfect to follow, only if we buy in
We look at life, we look at the goal
Only one man was pure
And only he makes us whole
So this is my role, I've found my new place
My life’s not a waste
This is one of the first poems I remember writing that I still have today. It was probably my sophomore year in college, maybe junior year. I learned a lot about God during this time period and had some of the closest friendships that I've ever had. Good times and fond memories.
Yeah, good times and fond memories indeed. Remember Lunar New Year? Hahaha
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