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1/2/24


All glory to the higher power
Since day one when life flowered
Could see it all without a giant tower
All liars and cowards
Had opportunity to right those wrongs until their final hours
Meanwhile the divine showered
The planet with gifts in nine hours

All praise to the one above
Filled this world with much love
Even though there was some blood
Being spilled daily, because of drugs
Or a dumb grudge
What was fun
Ended up becoming a conundrum
Just not the same cloth all are cut from

All credit to the holy spirit
The seas rough but it helps me steer the ship
Toward safety even when near the cliffs
Most aren't trying to hear it
Unfortunate that they fear quick
It doesn't get more clear than this
Dear sis
Everywhere watch out for appearances
Not all is as it seems, been that way here since
The beginning of it all humans did jeer and trick
On each other including the world after a severe shift
Left in the dark thrown into a wierd pit
Full of deer ticks 
Then stabbed in the back by spear tips
This was how they chose to use their mere gifts

All tribute goes to the divine
For the world they provide
Without taking sides
They tell the truth no lies
Instead of leaving others in the dark they steer them right
By bringing them into the light
Where they must find what they seek in the sunshine
Follow this path and you'll do just fine
It often traces back to a bloodline
Yet sometimes
They're just not sound and of mind

Jesus left us blessed
All lifeforms with or without flesh
He did his best yet still they jest
There will always be pests
On either side of the mountain crests
During the trek
Keep your feelings in check
Others want you to risk your neck
Then they're the first to hit the deck
Make changes unless you want to live in debt
The road of a million deaths
Just like fish in nets
All of this, It's in text
Yet there's still more in the hidden depths
Ever since we've been given breath

All has a toll
If you take a stroll
Across hot coals
In the North Pole
You'll see a gold bowl
Atop a knoll
Inside it sits a scroll
With the answers to saving souls
It's no bull
Just beyond almost all's control
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