Thoughts...Feelings...

Self-Worth

By: Mosaic

From: Dynamic Poets Crew

The led melts volcanically in mosaic inscription,

It elevates conflicting harmonies with discrimination,

The point to live has no end, in which consciousness can bend,

No observer can stand to pretend a symmetrical breath awaits,

No grand inquisitor foreseen the apple to a degree of satisfying self-hate,

Identifying bother some chore to a facade of joyfulness,

Takes a secretive alibi to spit the lies trapped within unworthiness,

Atoms formed conscious creators to behave in reality,

But bent dimensions collapsed in pursuit to sustain symmetry,

Instigated mesmeric hypocrisies shave off to forge a new,

Time prohibits against self construction in an era of an indignant view,

A fallen sinner repeats deeds stolen from the rights of blood,

When a tear swallows in confuzzling misinformation it thunders a flash flood,

For a reason not home to the carrier but an unknown subject down to Earth,

Expresses points in a direction fit for a craze, staggering of what it's worth,

Now as conclusion from the birth of thought translates into dictating,

Misleading a frozen amber aimlessly forgetting the history of a king,

Well commitment to blue criticism crumbles the granite of the imposters,

To and for the life of a miraculous breather enhancing a limp fosters.