Meeting The Truth

The Son

Sit down & listen these folks like necks in

Turtle-necks is missing,

The whole purpose for living. Like a murder

Unwitnessed.

Some don’t know their turf is a prison. The hurt

Is the system.

Whether judicial or trilateral commission.

Missions to climb up the ladder for riches.

Pitchin flags at the top & still end up missing.

Nobody pitchin campaigns 2 get rid of this pain

They wanna camp in the rain. Keep their spirits

Damp w/ nothin to gain.

Dirt on their head fills with sorrow about the life

They led.

Blood that’s shed. Tomorrow’s life already said

And done. Prophesied by the Son of the Holy

One.

I’m the little drummer boy witnessing the birth

Of my soul rewon.

The capture of the rapture after laughter of

Non-believers.

Media deceives us. Th...

Meeting The Truth

 I can't hide back behind a bush that ain’t
neatly trimmed.
Life pushed back we find so many things
deceitfully grim.
In Him in Christ I trust but dim the lights
I lust.
Thinking what must I fight for the right
to go back to dust.
Escape and give it up but my faith leads
me to live in love the right way.
Awaken in the middle of the night to
pray for a bright new day.
Who's to say I can’t enjoy what God created?
And fools may say life is what you make it,
but they ignore it and then break it.
Who made that, this & all there is? Expecting
His will to be done on Earth as is in Heaven.
Respect for what i'm worth instead of seeing
3 six's I'm reading the completeness in 7.
Multiplying with the mix but divided by da
devil at the drop of a decimal.
The festival of souls coincided with a
spiritual death I sup...