TOUCH MY SOUL
It's being a while since I felt it this strong.
When my mind was a virgin and bore the mark of Christ.
I was advised to join the foundational school
To become one of the candidates of Heaven to know basis of our doctrine,
But I saw it as a privilege to
Be smart,
And have more reasons to play pranks
while being Blank
in my head.
All I knew was the letters
Since it was all I needed to pass the written examination.
Never did I bring the spirit close.
Didn't I?
YES!
It was just my emotions playing me
Especially when everyone was speaking in tongues.
For fear of being wrong
I always acted it up to feel among
And always recited those sweet words
I had written for that little damsel down the street.
Innocence left me that moment I was immersed in the water for baptism,
It was assumed that everyone was a Christian to have gotten to that stage.
Maybe the bible teachers weren't spiritual enough to have noticed my pretense,
Or they were filled with sentiments
to know that I had no predicate to make a complete sentence.
Or didn't they read about Lucifer?
I don't want to and won't blame anyone,
For not choosing my right.
But the bible teacher would have been truthful
To make bible
Their base even if the class was one soul full.
But they wanted multitude.
I started making researches on how to be un-baptized
But the flowing river
Had swept my innocence away.
Then I became like the head which wanted to cry
When it has already been cut off.
My quest to know what my dad knew as a man grew,
I mined it like it was the key to Heaven's gate
That I became a lad who became a man only on his waist.
Just days back
I felt innocent again.
That was when I knew that I really missed INNOCENCE.
I missed days when I could communicate with my soul
Which was the only thing that always made me whole.
But now my soul,
Do I even have one?
Maybe, Maybe not.
Having one makes me human
Heading towards damnation if I gat not Christ.
All I need is a touch to my soul.