Black Purse

Mission I had a mission, I could have been great God gave me tools, I no longer lie for his divine plan, grace I was to be invincible, in time space claw, gouging skin tearing wide open truth within flawed, mandate, a story to tell God gave me tools, tragic mind like no other, (of course it’s true) Only I know the things I could bring In other dimensions what worth I choose invincible tensions walked with Augustine the Beatle’s black purse I spread like an eagle the wings of the curse the width the span the depth the fold of all that I was lies cajoled I could have been great the size of a thought, dripping in voids in needs of us all from seeds of time passing sought I could have been great but now i am not