Quick look in from outlook
I'm emphatical, unpractical, rythmatical, grammatical
nightmare
I sware my approach is not tactical.
My sentences run on like spyware
Born with the gift to share
At a certain age I lost faith in redemption
And thought I could judge what's fair
Wanted to leave without my wisdom mentioned
One thing about this life I'm in
Their no way out of divine infliction
Just a pad And a pen
And another individual is truths reflection.
The simple is the loudest lie
How can you be Christian
When the book is ambellished inaccurate and ghost
written
No more than metaphor of the
Life it made and set stage to make slaves
Wake up or put me down
What I can't see. U dream about
I can't be the worlds smiling clown
For a country of hurt men undevoute who want change
but wont be singled out
Like children just silently pout
Do as their told and taught
Now the word will come about
And purchased souls corporate bought
Will be worthless having know truth only clout