Chopping Away At Damaged Wood

Chop Chop Chop Differences in swings Chop Chop Chop Change up the tempo Chop Chop Chop Chop Ill make a difference in them Chop Chop Chop If I trim a couple of edges itll be perfect Chop chop chop They’ve been my friend forever Chop chop chop Well I’ll go out with them once it’ll be fun Chop Chop Chop Why does this feel so good Chop Chop Chop Just one more hit, it’s just to relate to them Chop Chop Chop Im only trying to help, I’m just doing God’s work Chop chop chop What has happened to me? Chop Chop Why do I feel so dull? Chop Why do I hurt? Chop Stops Your axe is dull Nulled by the continuous swings at your joy Your peace Sweet release from small victories of “I have no one else” “You mean so much to me” It’s all a plea to search for something that they long for Because of comfort? Because of formalities? The struggles that we face Are a result of the people we embrace. So you replace His grace with their embrace And by doing so you lose traction of your place trying to affect them But in turn falling to the misery and infecting yourself with change To disarrange your being, your personality It’s the analogy of “Iron sharpeneth iron” But now the iron is dull, The Damascus has lost its edge Because of supplemental wetrock When we chop into the wood of people And we chop and chop to find worth but in the end, they’re the ones that get hurt by dulling yourself and damaging them condemning the Idea of ever being loved again So then you try and make it work, And result in settling for less So you digress the values of manhood and add the boys who only get with girls to hide their insecurities. Minus the beauty stolen from girls who add make up to make up, of who that guy wants them to be, that double negative alone, equals a positive pregnancy. And so she carries the baby along because that boy was reduced to a coward. So his whole life ended up being devoured, now she can’t sleep at night because she cries for hours, don’t you see this equation is missing a higher power. And so I plea with desperation in my words, To be able accept that people change for better or for worse But to know the difference can cost you your worth.