Our tiers mummify the air
Our blood mummifies the soil
Our eyes purify aware
Our lives purify from toil
Your tears purify the air
Your blood purifies the soil
Your eyes mummify aware
Your lives mummify from toil
Alone and locked up in her room
With mirrors reflecting her gloom
She paces the floor
And looks at the door
But can not crawl back in the womb
Beyond the challenges, look they say
The solutions lie there; use them, you may
You ask where do they sit right now?
In your heart and soul; now figure out how
What's the problem you can solve, well?
Write it down; the world you must tell
I search for you in online spaces
Finding you with your many faces
The market demands that you stay consistent
Your team wants you to be persistent
T'is tough squeezing water from a stone
It all starts with you getting on the phone
A new year hurriedly beckons
Set goals, your team reckons
Our target, the bottom tier
Get off your bottoms, without fear
Death torturing knee…
Law and order prevailing;
Oppression speaking…
One knee on my neck,
The other kicking my butt;
How long will this last?
We both have our knees…
You bend yours praising Satan;
Mine bend to praise God…
I bend on one knee,
But I stand on hope and faith;
Divine wisdom guides
Your knees confuse me;
Just who are you supporting?
I still cannot breathe…
You kneel to praise death;
I kneel to resurrection:
My spirit rising…
You may knee me once;
Better watch out the next time:
I’ve chosen to live!
Aroused by denial,
Disturbing thoughts prevail,
Wishing reprisal,
Hostility unveiled.
Sharpened words uncover
The mask in place.
Extreme emotions hover,
Seen in your face.
Venom grows inside,
Feeding the fire,
Where poison resides,
In the skeptic’s lair
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