A bowl full of doubt
Holding precious merchandise, The skull is the designation of the device. The material stuffed in it is specialized. Designed by God for using by being wise. Unfortunately, the device and being wise are at the rage. Too much good cannot reside in the same cage. More bad with a pretentious tinch of good gravitates. When it comes to being vicious, the cerebrum accelerates. But exceptions are part of life, And in that hemisphere, some brains lie. Why are thoughts so difficult to magnify? Why is it so tough to be vocal when situations require? More than a brain it's a bowl full of doubt. Numerous deadly combinations keep on popping out. Why can’t people follow God's system layout? By pulling the pessimist cut-out.