Swift is the punishment for my injustice
Is this retribution worth the deed
The body shatters, mind collapses
Have I not only enforced what Satan made inevitable
For I have nothing left to give, only to take
My heart has stopped yet it still burns
Wickedness, the embodiment of all who live, seems there is no escape though I lie dead
If nobody knew me.
I could varnish to the thin air.
Dine withe the unfair.
displine the cute ,uphold the ugly
And
Walk in you like oxygen
I could smile to those who care.
And be helpful like pathogen.
If..
If no one knew me.
I could breeze to the deepest ocean.
And
Bath in your soul.
Could denounce demons clean.
Could be a phenomenal idol.
If.
If no one knew me.
Could change like day to day.
An amicus of dare
And
Tell fiction.
That defeats friction
If nobody knew me.
I could dance naked.
In a million micro second
Could be ordained marry ,and de-marry..
Could not hurry
For time could be me.
If no one knew me
I could use my unconscious mind.
To make the rude kind.
Magnify the blind
Preach from behind.
If...
If no one knew me.
I could be me.
Like a spirit.
I could be you.
Undeniable justifiable
Surface with a purpose
Validation shallow
Invalid redeemed
Recessional purpose
-- justifiable
12/9/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr 2019
Today it's been 7 months since my last epileptic seizure
What a fantastic anniversary, it couldn't have been sweeter
Can I just assume it's finally
Been conquered undeniably
I'm heaving a monumental sigh of relief justifiably
Calloused and cold-hearted,
merciless and inhumane...
those leeches who continually suck
the quality of life
from those who strive
for equality.
But they prosper?
Their every need is met?
As they steal
from the hard-working,
their plundering is ineffable!
The time,
stolen by being wasted...
The good desires in heart,
slashed until they die...
The visions of progress,
suffocated by barriers,
that beeches erected.
As they go against
the joy and peace,
of God Almighty,
against the blessings,
and the inheritance
of the truly righteous in Christ...
As they incessantly go
against American civil rights...
How could they possibly believe
that they are justifiable?
The honest soul will celebrate
not captive by false rule,
truth be told, lies unfold
my God the light you rule
self appointed preacher
swindle thousands out of pocket
some offering galaxy trips
in a saucer or a rocket
Question every man and
woman who claim that they believe
not from scripture from their own words,
their soul truly free?
Study their belief system
what do they declare,
here lies discrimination
criticsm believer beware
We are taught to search ourselves.
so what really do we believe?
commercialised religion is that
the answer or to
change the channel on T.V
There is no quick answer
I know this to be true
the real god you are looking for
is inside of you.
God Bless
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