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The Honesty of Love

the spiritual dots connect, but an atheist would Commit me for the conclusions I draw... And why not?! I'm losing my mind. All of the incongruence makes sense... All of the sense makes sense... All of the coincidences flip my switch up, turning on A chaos of mental illness and a cooperation Of spiritual understandings inside the same second... And counting... To handle the plug in the socket, There has to be a control of flow... But there's an influx of energy out of wack And it's testing the breaker And I'm afraid it's gonna break me All I can do is recommit and beg God for mercy. ...resist the desire to give synchronicity Too much meaning, But to ensure that I recognize the truth in spirit, And place my hope in the honesty and sincerity of love To redeem me from the train wreck tug of war I have always had with the straight jacket And the bottomless pit at my core.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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