My greatest
Highly orchestrated articulated symphony
Is also the sign that I remain a mystery!
A man of such pain, good intent, and yet much misery
Makes me work harder to receive a moment of epiphany!
In my dome
Inside my home land again
This will be my final antiquated anthem
For there is no discreet brown packaging
Speaking religiously expeditiously
Because I want to die being a part of Gods infantry
I guess this is whom I was meant to be
I’ve become such a dissident to see.
I have become the Fourth Reich
Fourth Reich of micro organic flight
Ready to fight with might
But I then decide
To let go of pride
Granted amnesia
It became a type of emotional anesthesia
Able to no longer remember many wrongs and pains of my past
Spiritual paraplegia drying the lubrication from legs to make it crash
I was then given a verbal anesthetic
Yet still mocked as a societal pathetic
Dramatically cinematic
Globally enigmatic
Hypocrisy packaged in the form of dramatic
Neurologically disfigured
God must rewire me and take time to reconfigure
Haunting me at night with fright
Making me pull on the trigger
Everything that has occurred was inevitable
Spoken as unbelievable
But my words could be quite deceivable or inconceivable
Undoubtedly
Rugged visions of self force vision atrophy
That which I see is me
It is I
For I have become the enemy within
Perplexed with the desire to continue to sin
Knowing when I do so, it is hurting Him
SkTzO