belief the medicine for the hopeful and a poison for the weak

belief kills and it also cures

though worldwide through indoctrination division will never cease

while some with faith deemed passive

others through dominance may impel another to see life as they see

to each his own amongst understanding persons will agree

but for those that aspire to transform my ideologies without reason

who are you to force another to accept your own beliefs 

morality has decayed and for the conscious tis apparent

which started from the roots until sprouted branches as a tree

tis stated grow the child with values so as an adult may not depart

but if failed to instill behold the result perhaps a thief

we all aspire for long life but in reality it is brief

here today gone tomorrow

this moment embraced merriment and the beauty of existence

and in an instant unexpectedly metamorphosed into sorrow

but such is life

to relish laughter one must can fathom the state of cries

and to appreciate the sweetness one must withstand that regarded sour

as to traverse a desolate wasteland stenched with gloom

tis a blessing if encountered even a single flourishing flower

but what is to believe without reassurance

hope without works is dead 

and yet to hope in vain is a waste

thus through humility advised to exercise patience

in a realm where time itself trodded in a haste

why should i have to wait for good favor to cross my path

while others as if naturally have met it half way

thus i believe what i desire by all means should be mines now 

as months has began to resemble hours and years pass swiftly as if mere days.

A Maestros Mind In Ink

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