Put Some Church To It
Born in greed, torture and hate
I built bridges long enough to overturn my fate
Dire expectations…
I made sure I paid no heed to silly temptations
Interlude to the start of a new journey
I designed options
Set my goals into massive proportions
Selective memory…
I devised a form of poetry without being bound by precautions
We live to die
And yet we work to live in the hope for a better future
What if we are not part of that future?
An exception to such mentality
I paved a way to success without death as a formality
Christ the redeemer…
Unrelated to the content, but a simplification to your enigma
You should know this by now…
Only conquerors are true believers
Crying foul yet you mingle with unbelievers
HE never lives
Setbacks pioneer greater comebacks to the one who believes
I am not a preacher
However in the gospel termed “richer”
Out of reach, out of sight
Set forth my hand to write, to be and become
In this offering God will delight
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