Truth Discerned

When I was slain in the spurit I was mostly surprised. Dehydrated and dizzy, clenching the lids on my eyes Blood refilling the arms recoiled from a flourescent-lit sky None left supporting my legs after Blackburn had squeezed me too tightly So I descended - relaxed, expectations unmet. Quelled my instinct to get up and just laid there instead. Conscious, biding my time like I'd seen others do Outside Principal Greenlee's office in elementary school. And so I came back to lie; said he got me real good, but the doubt was throughout. I'd been caught stretching truth. And in the dark of the van, coming back from the Trio The Devil'd caught me again, this time all filled up with Jesus. Took my spirit and honed it, blood now sprung resurrect, To be betrayed by the Passion that had sworn to protect. Despair exceeded the guilt as I sucame to the thrill. If the Lord didn't touch me tonight, by God, somebody will. Graced by girl or by guy, my fervent righteousness renewed Dead set to enliven these hormones if it’s the last thing I do. Refractory bites out my brain, has innocence lapsed because I'm evil? Or was I simply a product of my id's superego? When you suggest that I'm just angry or pointing at the wrong guy Ya minimize my effort dismantling intrapersonal lies. And you can live with the assumption that my conviction went moot Or bother entertaining my hold-up, that your predictions weren’t true.