By: Andre Scales
I accommodate you all as I flourish and unleash thoughts that yet form.
My last was said to be from the past.
The secret of my serenity is within my soul.
I am at my peak when I’m deep in my sleep.
I’ll never deny my soul from a true believer’s hold.
Compassion from my youth keeps me near,
so I won’t have anything to fear.
As we reach the end of this century there’ll be many depressions and confessions.
There’s a rage that’s being planned.
A plague of hatred and a multitude of hierarchy.