
The intensity of energy sending tingling senses across the membrane,
Immense anxiety tension,
When I see their faces once again,
Nostalgic memories that left stains,
A menace to my brain,
Had to train my train of thoughts,
To stop bombarding me with negativity,
That causes my spirit to bleed,
My amygdala has no time to dial up and recall, the days when I was once falling,
Until a cloud caught me,
And I’ve been ascending ever since,
I bear witness to the Power higher than I,
An existence that is often denied,
Despite the many lives He spared.
I know what it’s like to be where you’ve been,
That’s why I’m compassionate,
To all those whom I once hated, but showed remorse, repentance recompense,
We all fall short, but some of us wouldn’t stoop so low,
As those reprobate minds who’ve crossed that line,
So wicked they get a kick outta destroying innocent lives,
That’s when compassion runs dry.
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