|I am spinning in a dream
and it really seems obscene, along
the way I see a shooting star
and a sun beam.
But I am walking to the sun
along the freedom of a gun
and I want to tell you about my
success story, but I don't have one.
See, this life is like a sea-
waving and lurching with a propensity
to plunge and cover everything
inside of me.
It's so dark, that I can't see what
is even behind me, below, beyond.
I'm looking for a god mother and her magic wand
to get me out of this mess
before midnight slices into madness.
But I am afraid that the delay
of this salvation is slower than a fire engine
truck with its dalmatian on the way from Alaska to L.A.
Damnation is displayed on the table and
needs paid. This fable needs slayed.
In a prison I am arrayed in rags and dirt.
This world always offers me continuous hurt.
I start to hate, to embitter and fume-
that there isn't much time before I lay in a tomb.
This life is so hard, so pain-filled and mean,
it's unfair, and dirty and the wrong reigns as king.
I can't even scheme a way to get by,
a way to forget and a way to fly high.
It seems I have literally bought every lie
that this world is my home with the smell of apple pie
filling the senses of my depravity.
While living in a city of iniquity I drain the stain
of redemptive quality- the only thing that sets me free.
Wait. Not free as in freedom, but unto captivity.
We all are slaves to something, indefinitely.
We are slaves to sin or to righteousness,
I have no right to address such mightiness
that calls the ways of science into distress,
breaking their laws of what can make any sense to us.
The one who can make, create, break and take away
is the side that I want to stay on.
But I am not always delighted in the way its paved on.
Sometimes I feel the pawn,
used and played till the end of my days
when I am taken to the side, and off the stage.
I am a pawn who thinks I am King.
But I did not conquer any grave or ever take away death's sting.
If I served the king and lived the game,
I would gladly sacrifice to save.
It is sacrifice that saves
the people thrown into the sea's waves,
and the hurting who are hating the ways paved.
Grasp the reminder that this world is not our home,
and our heart has a throne
that will always serve something.
Let it be to the sacrificing Savior, the eternal King of Kings.
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