How about this

*And on the 8th day God created Thought.*




In the past I caste my body into the depths of oceans
Momentarily hoping for an answer to this notion
A fortified commotion who’s construction was unknown
Already I have thrown
My vices personified to me as bones
To the judgement by hypocrites that lie under my Lords throne
I was sentences to devices to whom which all were of my own
Left alone
I confide
To the devil in the disguise
As worldly ways whose eyes were as lucid as Jersey skies
My convictions were placed aside
on the wings of butterflies
I found torment disguised as dreams or better yet disguised as lies
PEACE & GOD BLESS