Truth

We each must believe in something to exist Whether self is king or that in certain vice To delegate a chance or that in some roll of the dice Some our content in stoic & mundane Wile others our frankly mentally insane For the mighty God has done great things for me Within pivotal yet fruitless gain or from borrowed chase A reckless abandonment to an empty corpse shell An angelic fervor of sorted chasm intact For stregnth comes in like a flood Just suppose we just faintly disagree This does not negate the real fact of spiritual equality We each represent a stoic source in truth Yet devided we sore vex call it a viable truce Through a barrage in ample demonstrative approach to appease For the mighty God has done great things for me With painted stone freshly on the outside patio decorum intact Tolerance is never an issue anymore Set in stone its attributes deminish through a slight in hand Hoping that someday soon we will surely live to understand For the mighty God has done great things for me With his mercies endure from age to age Through frolic in twilight pasture In ardent song within its smoked filled room laughter This in effect prepares no one for the great here after?