doubtful truthA Poem by Sephrathe age of doubt crying out loud not knowing what it cries about so unsure let's try one more pace toward the face forever hidden by my hands over my eyes gotta see to believe even then, it's hard to conceive that everything you touch isn't just an illusion of the mind. don't you find that your mind is too doubtful to trust? i must be crazy to think i have the right answer though the evidence points there. is it chance or does truth exist in a way that insists on existing the same to all?
put off the games, let the truth be who He is. © 2012 SephraAuthor's Note
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