There is a Light...

This is Just a Chair

It's True

It is Just a Desk

This is Just a Chair

Yet, the Air of Responsibility there

And the Communion You Bear

Dare Not Elude You

Yes, it's True

It is Just a Desk

It is Just a Chair

But Still a Place Where

Servant and Sovereign Consume You

Search for an Imposter Between the Two

And When You Find Him, Bind Him

Because His Rule Will Be Blinding

Go on Finding a Cause to Care

When Ascension Comes

Then to Yourself Solemnly Swear

That this is Just a Desk

This is Just a Chair...

Whilst You Embark on the Joyous Journey of Spiritual Authority, You Must Also Mourn in this Hour. Mourn the Death of the Former. He has Now Been Replaced By Another Person. The Two Will Frequently Be in Conflict with One Another. The Fact is, 'The Chair' Must Win. Must Always Win. No Matter How Devastating the Loss of this Person May Come to Your...

There is a Light...

There is a Light that Dances on a Thousand Graces

Marred in Spaces

Reserved Specifically to Notice Pain

But We Didn't Notice, Did We?

The Radiance of Peripheral

Placed Inside Ciphered Miracles

Rewritten Under the Cover of Darkness

We were Awakened to Our Father's Necks Hardened

Underneath Grey Oaks

Stored Just Below Cheap General Store Rope

I Supposed Their Ghost

Lives Within the Oxygen They Gave Off Regardless

You Beat Me Then Breathe Me...

You Beat Me Then Breathe Me

While I Remain Blind to the Bleeding

Social Distancing won't Find Us Forgetting

Police Can Kill Us in Our Homes

Just Being Black and Breathing

Reality Must Never Endeavor Subjects of Compromise

No Matter How Fleeting

Freedom is Priceless

Synonomously Like Life is

Yet, We are Wisest

Metastasized

Unseeing

There is a Lig...