Gas Cans And Coffee Cups

First four fifty factors for folding faith fulfilling
Turquoise tint and taxol
Torque towing traits to tillage
Mirth more...
Miffy matters moreover makes a 'millirem'
Of the plenty panners pouring something toxic
And hard to mop it
Drop it...
Over there by the truck
Where many things were smoking
Not the place where it imploded
And not enough
Way before I came into the building for a java cup
I would listen to the folders
And in my pocket
Lonely...
A locket... any motive being as to open is the phoniest option
Broken notice so goals to throw it is symphonious logic
Opened... and trodden
On...
Copy a result of a crime
That consists of other's problems and me calling them mine
Lived and got it wrong
Tried to save another
Tried to save a youngster
Tried to save a mother
Like anyone who's got a soul
But there's only one real thing we've got to know
Saving folks is really on the pedestal for God alone
But I had to learn
So I learned the had
Switch minds if society's immersed in gas
If you light the wrong fire it'll burn you bad
Everything changes
Like the bible said...'The first is last'
I admit...
A lot of things sort of got to me
God sending you a vision of a plot to be
Found yourself in a position where you got deceived
Probably wasn't living like you should
I was NOT redeemed
But the moment I acknowledged this I got the peace
All I had to do is pray, repent, and strive to stop misdeeds
And the truck was clearly over going the proper speed
Everything that captured next was nothing near a shock to see
But it was... ink all over
Writing fountains full of doves with a recall motive
Let me loose
To set the coffee mug on the corner
If I leave it you can throw away the cup and the brew
And exploring
So to gather the etchings of she who scripted me
Have this be none but Mother
Is that golden poet of mine
Then to climb through the lines unto a steep decline
Where it's dark at the bottom
And there was smoke and stuff
Then, I saw a finger pointing at me from amid the darkness
From behind her came an artist
And twenty easels
Painting pictures regardless
And a couple of truths
How the devil had the L's and Christ the W's
With plenty sequels...
I saw the one at the diner and went to stick with that
Before the truck's blazing fire made the silhouettes
Café au lait... what desiring for this inner clash!
Long arm the lighting that it might've slipped the hidden rag

Now is what matters

11/7/14

by Dexsta Ray

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