These Crazy Thoughts, Forgive Me Lord. I Feel Calm, As I Lay Down The Sword.
I Have Already Distributed My Dislikeness In Full, To The Fools Who Have Coiled Me In Disappointment.
How Much Do I Put Up With, Before Raising Hell.
But Heaven Is Near, And Christ Tells Me.
Its My Free Will That Will Conquer Yet Destroy My Dreams.
I Play A Blood Fiend. I Am Lost In My Own Ring Of Fire,
And I Cannot Break Away From My Own Participants.
Help Me Lord Repent.
How Am I Forgiven In Your Eyes.
Despite All The Wrong I've Done.
I Try To Marksman My Prey.
Am I In Need Of Assistance, Half Way Down The Curved Road.
My Enemies Becoming Just A Fold, Of The Walk Through Life.
I Turn Down My Eyes.
Could I Not Look At Myself In The Mirror, One More Time.
Just To Find A Distorted Image, I No Longer Recognize.
In Spite Of The Hardships, And Breaks.
I Lose The Will To Regain.
This Bitter Process Remains.
Enemies Lesser Tamed.
I Refrain From Giving Myself A Bad Name.
A Rebel In My Own Cost.
I Am The Consequence Of My Own Shots.
I Am Calm.
There Is My Pride, Set On The Line.
My Blood Broken To Shine Through Any Presence I Find.
In Sparing Your Life In Mine.
'FOR THINE IS THE KINGDOM, THE POWER AND THE HOLY SPIRIT'
Amen.
-Desiree Baza