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Spiritual Logic
A freight of this weight on my life’s plate I need to ablate with faith/
The fate I taste today I didn’t anticipate/
I’ll leave it to a higher rate and let my God facilitate and orchestrate a mental orate/
I invite him to rant, rave and pave what, where, when, how or why I should crave whatever cave to enslave/
Making that demon behave I’ll be talking to God in my own conclave/
Asking about reasons grace was shown to me help strip my grave ways and gain strength/
With every old antic brewed satanic and too satiric I always had peers frantic while sick/
Now I pick to frolic in spiritual logic with re-dialed optics/
I’ll wait for that day my God will trip me to that tropic/
With my rhetoric rhapsodic towards him so sleek and slick/
I’m elastic to any static during that clock toc-tic/
Never again erratic in any topic no longer moronic or demonic become oh so rhythmic/
These 2 feet are headed down faith street along in a recovery seat/
With the concrete that’s kept me obsolete there are no more secrets to secrete/
No critique for any critic in my life’s creek with this new physique or a new fizz to peak/
Lies after lies peaked that beaked nose towards spiritual logic to speak until I become an antique
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Kyle Gee
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