Maybe suicide of your old self
That would be much better understood
Destroy the old fella who grew like a rose in the hood
I don’t know you personally
So maybe you have done wrong, evil and some good
But I am not one to judge anyone at all
Because I myself rise and fall
I myself have procrastinated and did fall
I still walk in a convex of mirrors blended in with a matrix type hall
You have more reason to breathe than to grieve
Don’t live for others but help others live
Grant your self more purpose
Because it truly is better to give
Than to receive although it is nice
You must take a moment to think twice
Never act upon emotions when your state of mind is fragile
You are a warrior and your poetry is your reflection
You have shown us what you see and have seen
Now show us what you wish to be and then be it
Don’t run from it or flee it
The lord God is a good God to those who agree with it
Follow Jesus for He is a God of such love
Not willing that any should perish
He died so he could take time With You and cherish
He is not a God who desires to conceal
He is more than real
He sustains you and I
We only exists because He hasn’t blinked His eye
People may wonder or question why
But not even questions of doubt would have God look down and deny
Believe me
I see more in you than you obviously see your own self
Bury that old man and place that heart of confusion onto the shelf
You know better and you are better than you give yourself credit
Deep down inside I know you know you have great merit
Peace and blessings as a mutual mind in conflict
And as a star gazer of better days
Get up from the ground and shake that dirt off
And lets start writing the script to our own life play.
SkTzO