Voices of the Reborn Saved On Now Were All Elated
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I saw end the mirror pensive consideration, help us Lord
Destroyed spirits of my generation dissensions, help me Lord
How long, lonely I mourned the musing. Lord help us
Down, down, down into the darkness of the missing, Help them Lord
Gently it goes - the brooding, the broody, the unthoughtful.
Trapped within wrong choices Inter-vision
I hear the spiritual indication of my generation screaming,
How I mourned the manifestation that they were dreaming.
Are you upset by how sacred they were?
Does it tear you apart to see the manifestation so immaterial?
Just like a contemplative system, is the meditation?
Are you upset by how demonic it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the meditation so ungodly?
Destroyed spirits of my generation dissensions,
Now you to mourn the manifestation they were dreaming.
Pay attention the condemnations,
the musing is the most pensive consideration of all.
A musing is wistful. Amusing is ruminative,
a musing is sad, however.
How happy is the spiritual manifestation!
Some repented and miss the condemnation
Alleluia
A manifestation is unworldly. A manifestation is immaterial,
a manifestation is incorporeal, however.
I cannot help but stop and witness those sincere meditations.
Forgiven for those bad choices, We hear the voices
We hear those voices of the reborn, saved ones…Now we’re all elated
1/24/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2020
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