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YOU ERECTED US

YOU ERECTED US
A strong wall of weak formed bricks was erected;
A wall forseen to stand the advent of time,
A wall meant to hold a man whose heart-
Exhibits pureness in the real sense of sight.
A wall I deemed strong in quest to-
Move a mast of activities from unseen angles
A wall of great entities resides in me; my thought;
...
The wall I built wasn't the one I wish,
The wall I built is a lazy bull dog
The wall is a main cracker of cracked hope,
The wall as planned, one that exhibit a spectrum of light,
The wall that held rays in its weak hands,
The wall that never build building without help.
The wall is a wild weak wall of my world;
...
A walk through this wall of wild thoughts; worthless stroll
A set of brick was placed in my heart;
A set of brick? I questioned with intense weariness!
A set of brick ready to nab my heart with wickedness,
A brick of labyrinths accompanied with despair? I imagined!
A hopeless brick of wallowed hope-
Set to destroy a nicely built weak wall?
...
I sojourned the mist of mixed thought
I picked randomly with an ocsillating approach,
I rolled with a brick set to roll my life around
I moved with one whose components beautifies;
I moved with one that robbed on me truth,
I moved with one whose thought changed my heart;
I began the end of weariness; one weak wall now an erected building.

©Tex

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