Hate. People drool over my life like steak and knife
But hold the steak tonight
I’m too bright to night
His blood owns so break my vein alright
Prove my frame fragile as light
My liquid agile at their delight
This time the pastels not white
Spite.

You can’t not see like I can’t escape my vision
How many cells your body have? my personal prison, no schism
People grow old, simultaneously imagine grown limits
Stationary is the go-get-it
They bullshittin, the faux-witnesses
The materialists the fools gold riches equipped
They know it’s it is
The Truth roll friction with wits

Flay my bone, fillet my flesh
Hear my cry and scream yes
Be my nightmare, starve me and convince me to dream less
be less and be stressed
Be brash, to keep tabs you need checks
Pressed-no I’m neither unimpressed...

Just trying to achieve His favor

With fervor I pursue, when I get there stay there

Can I find Him in the pew, fine I won’t stay there

How can I hold hands now with the Truth-Jesus? This ain’t fair

I focus on my heart and take care

Do I keep good company like I take shares?

How do I keep myself while I break theirs?

Fast like pace players, pray up like a raked stare

Like 8 hairs, I want the naked Truth

Aloof, hell, if He can help it Satan ain’t taken you

A hoof, like a shoe, the beast ain’t raising youth

Hell no, he takes them, breaks them-slick no shade of clue

Slave to sin for years yet we’re not paid in full-we’re paid in few

Meant to be beautiful but you’re cut, you’re  laid with grooves

Improv and improve to prove, you can’t even make it from a to b because you’re dying inside while no ones seeing you

Rise and shine though because you’re proof. The bs is see-through and He’ll see you through

Thinking of how my brains fried

Insane how these things unfinished but I’m focused on the things I ain’t tried

One thing that isn’t a problem is I take up the problems that ain’t mine

I’m mindful of my mortality and of theirs at the same time

I’m shy but it ain’t like I hate shine

I take time to blame, I wonder if I hate mines

I don’t know them but I rate minds

My self-righteous as the berate climbs

Behold what’s taking place-wit thinner than the fakest crepes

As judges we ignore mistakes we make

Let’s focus on the patience grace

And give roses because He chose us is the take away

Who can fold us when we’re here play for play

We actively daily doing two-a-days and today we ain’t afraid

We won’t fray, okay? Okay

I pray, we all pray, we praise because He came

We are inextricably our bodies, true?
Another sees our body and then, us? But what’d we do to produce?
Our bodies are us, we hurt and acknowledge the cues and we play sports and lose when it fails to move.  
I guess we even reproduce.
Like when we’ve covered all proof, we see another that left but their body is here.
I guess we’re not

Thoughts running through my mind
You’d think with their pace they have more space than my skull
My mind was on you past them and in space
I guess in a sense my skull is a bad case
And it encases sense but no bad taste
It’s bad enough don’t add face
Let your mind on its own, add face
I’ll tell you no fear of losing face
Rotten inside then lost my mirror, doing great