Truth (Revised)
My brain is a drain
For knowledge, like rain,
Which pours down the spout
And tumbles right out.
My mind is a sponge, encrusted with grunge.
The leftover scum of a brainwash.
When truth inundates, a bit penetrates
And the sponge get's a little bit larger.
As insight seeps in, I finally begin
To fill with the wisdom of faith.
My psyche is clear, no traces of fear,
All the filth and pollution are gone.
My soul is a bowl
For love and it's full.
It sloshes about
And splashes right out.
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