Poem - 04 June 2017, 06:50

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A real troubadour non quite like him An honorable mention
No soul of its quite uniqueness
Beyond the skies past the chirping from a Bird's beak
Gliding towards the equinox
The incline is parallel to gravity
Must the grass be cut down before you Appear
The sonic acoustical radio frequency Suggestively interpreting how I must live Why for
This world is doomed
Need not store up nothing more than that for Survival
And yes for he spoke of these trials Confess or forever burn in denial
Offspring, family and acquaintances would Not believe
Believe
Faith the size of a mustard seed activates Grace, mercy and access to the eternal deity To existence I am its slave
Why must have I been created to bare this Horrible affliction before my plotful demise Wonder how come I do not look into the eye Of the volcano
Out of fear from turning into ash when it Erupts in the center of this universe Play with the devil and you will be Decapitated
Get unenraprured in the bizarre reverse Number established for unto perfection Famine, depopulation and plagues with No Way to bring an end to the pandemonium So Then my realization comes to pass that Choice shall not omit suffering Yet the belief that I have in He who is greater Than myself
Has not left nor forsaken me
My seed is not begging bread
My will power is not dead
My mind is not reprobated
I am not in chains
My heart has healed from being shattered Into a thousand pieces
Lord God you believe in me
You spared my life so many times I cannot Recall them all
If I had ten thousand tongues
I still could not praise you enough Hallelujah!