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I turn away a stage no more
Set up high on a pedestal
To say my peace, nay be a lore,
Observed a point, incredible.
If this naught be my righteous day
I feel my eyes will not suffice,
But close my heart its stead, say nay,
Kept opened to much need advice.
I claim no virtue 'tis of mines,
For I, a mind, made full of sorts,
So worthy be the choice defines,
This day be mines that sets the course.
It be a crawl through mired mud,
Slime of crimes be my outer being
The innards smell a stench of crud,
My essence hid, but seen fleeing.
I will not heed to ill advice,
To consort with those troubled minds,
For this not be good day of choice,
To listen to a host of whines.
If I could change but one small thing,
It be my mind set one accord,
I wait what righteous day will bring,
Find you a servant of the Lord.
Copyright © William Kekaula | Year Posted 2019