Molding of Man

Molding of Man

I feel that if life were a loaded gun I'd run to it
No longer stuck feeling the pain, I'm numb to it
I don't think anyone's built like me, maybe some congruent
Not everyone can come to the flames and walk thru it
I've been in the lions den, I've been in the lake of snakes
That's why it's so easy to tell the real from the fakes
Hear my name trashed in a crowd, you're getting mixed reviews
I did some dirt, I might deserve it, let's not get confused
There's only one who's rightous and has the right to judge us
He holds the world in his hands without holding grudges
To some he gives substance, to others he deals justice
It's for us to decide where we take the punches
If God's son were a king and not a tyrant
Would we be teaching his lessons today or remained silent
Our sins are copious and evident but at the same time irrelevant
Cause every person has a sin they commit daily for the hell of it
The struggle is real and God warned us of these troubles bro
He built us all to be conquerors but also to reap what we sow
Look I aint tryin to stress ya or make you feel lesser
Remember diamonds don't come out shining without feeling the pressure

- Conspiracy -
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Posted: Dec 2021
About this poem:
We were all built in his image, but none of us are built the same.

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