The Call of the Spirit
The world is its own thing
I am a whole nother
Together we fight to exist
Despite one another
My resources or distorted
Or We can't afford them
Help is foreign
Let's design a reality
That doesn't end in them defeating me
Given me
The energy
To defend the divine right
Within me
The enemy
Isn't me
But they attempt to convince me
That its me
Who isn't me
That has driven me
Insane
In the same
It has risen me
From the dead
I end with my misery
Begin with my vision
And ah branch of ah wisdom tree
The realist chick in this century
Let me
Sin in peace
We all sinners
Even if you religious
You gotta get this
The spirit
Doesn't know verses
It's alive, it's within us
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