Spiritual Logic

A freight of this weight on my life’s plate I need to ablate with faith/ The fate I taste today I didn’t anticipate/ I’ll leave it to a higher rate and let my God facilitate and orchestrate a mental orate/ I invite him to rant, rave and pave what, where, when, how or why I should crave whatever cave to enslave/ Making that demon behave I’ll be talking to God in my own conclave/ Asking about reasons grace was shown to me help strip my grave ways and gain strength/ With every old antic brewed satanic and too satiric I always had peers frantic while sick/ Now I pick to frolic in spiritual logic with re-dialed optics/ I’ll wait for that day my God will trip me to that tropic/ With my rhetoric rhapsodic towards him so sleek and slick/ I’m elastic to any static during that clock toc-tic/ Never again erratic in any topic no longer moronic or demonic become oh so rhythmic/ These 2 feet are headed down faith street along in a recovery seat/ With the concrete that’s kept me obsolete there are no more secrets to secrete/ No critique for any critic in my life’s creek with this new physique or a new fizz to peak/ Lies after lies peaked that beaked nose towards spiritual logic to speak until I become an antique