See everything from a rose scented brick-like glass wall
And say everyone of “them” have knives and they are evil and they are crazy and there should be no association with “them”.
I had a thick rose scented glass wall till today.
Psychological blow that causes you to dissociate.
Next thing you know there’s a gun in your hand
And a dead body next to you.
Unwilled act got her off.
The whole world says “I don’t believe it”.
I didn’t particularly feel anything towards it
Until a memory hitting too close to home
Surfaced and made the lecturer blur out.
What if there are times when you actually dissociate
And see things that are not, or not see things that are.
What if external factors really do have impact
Yet the whole world accuses you of lying
What if it was a one off thing
Like a transient event that is not prone to reoccur.
Yet it was too unbelievable
That it makes you beyond redemption.
When the century turned
And I grew
That no one is beyond redemption.
Because if involuntary actions can be forgiven
When your mind loses control over your body movements
The last thing anyone needs is to stay in the pits of humiliation forever
Everyone deserves to wake up, to dust it off,
To forgive, and be forgiven.
Who am I to judge
When an actual God sent His Son for redemption of all sins
And no sin is greater than the next.
16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.