Addicted To Poems Part Iv

This morning I woke up from bed With a paper and pen in my hand Then I started to write, I hope you'd get it right? Addicted to poems, But been looking for inspiration, so I let the Good book flash his light before I get lost in the darkness of a blindsight Life of an addict, But one without insight Success is a hidden treasure I need, so I seek Christ Its Faith over Power, an improper fraction Dear God Direct all my plans and my actions? Cas all that twinkles in the sky is not a star Some live behind a mirror, to viel who they trully are Perception of perfection, they present Fake reflections But Obi Chidubem will shine as bright as Jeruselem Please feel free to clap As the Lord's servant raps But never call me crazy Its a virtue not being lazy Dear Lord keep me strong, working on my craft