What's my purpose?
Not that I don't let my light shine bright on purpose,
But my mind is not right so I write words waiting for my soul to surface...
And this earth is...
Taking a toll on my soul and terrorizing my horizons,
As soon as I pass my task, I move too fast, and I realize then...
That the more I ask, the more I'm left with unanswered questions,
And I shouldn't be second-guessing my fait but fake followers ferociously wait, to serve their food for thought but I already ate off the plate...
But wait...
I find silence in noise, and get injured by the violence of choice...
And we lift every voice to sing, but it seems Satan is waiting with poise to posses the very offering that we bring...
I can no longer take it, I sounder through Sadam, all most hit rock bottom,
Lord I don't think I will make it...
And I feel naked, but not nude, through my distorted views I peruse through the Bible's pages...
I depend on fake friends, continue to view this life through cracked lens...
What happened, my life's a lie, I'm just actin, waiting for the demonic director to say action...
And it happens...
More often than not, my heart is hard, Lord please soften the spot...
I'm feeling suicidal, sacrificing sanity to live in vanity, struggling for survival...
I need a revival or a revised resolution, my Christianity has stayed complacent, I need a revolution...
God I'm writing you this letter, it probably would have been better to call you when there wasn't stormy weather, whether you receive this or not, I'm not trying to be clever, I'm just thinking if life is this bad,
Death might be better....

Don't Duck

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