No longer being the target of demonic hate
I berate to try to persuade a lyrical parade
As I spit forth a purified cascade
With the result being - grammatical lemonade
Sour to the taste
I make haste
Not a single soul - will I ever chase!
As I ask God to take my past
And to just Have it Erased
Give me infinite wisdom
And some more of His grace!
I have frail human pathetic faith
And yes, I still lose some ground
Knowing I was spatially lost
But was then alien found
I made an about face
Chose to let go of disgrace
Fight the good fight
And run the infinite race
So I asked God to make another me
Just to quickly replace
The pain in my heart
And hide from myself the shame on my face
Now why should I even harbor
Any form of resentment or regret
Why take in the hate
Just to slowly die
And then to just let
It - continue to build inside
And get me pathetically upset?!
But as much as I "give up or give in"
I am deterred as my speech gets slurred
And my vision gets blurred
But am than grateful that the pain occurred
Now who am I or what am I to detest the eventual best
Unless I think I was born from a blood line of a royal crest engraved in my chest in the form of an S
I am NOT superman
Neither am I that much lower than angelic beings
I am flawed - broken Gods law
But the worst of my sins due to my human weakness...
.. is I have broken Gods heart
When I CHOOSE to even momentarily depart
Think about it!
SkTzO