My words within your soul

[Kennya Allen]

I slay the death who was mowned into my heart,
I shriven my sins and fought my fears,
I leaned on your shoulder and felt the forgiven,
I feed my soul with accelerating rhythm.

I read my happyness in a rain drop,
I shrank my love in my sheded blood,
I sold my intolerance and praysed to my Lord,
I detest my ignorance and I`m disgusted by my fond.

I meditated at my abstract misery and grief,
I`m provoked by my contentment and tendency,
My blurred vision is now sharpened and keen,
My bitter taste is now sweet and shriek.

I would like to express my opinion, my mind,
People often claim that this is wrong to find,
My unquestionably colloguial words and phrases,
Are less frequent than my individual knowledges.

In order to understand what I say,
Your reflection must conceive my fate,
My thoughtful repulsion and resentment,
And my permanent education and judgement.