Untie it!
Everything is never as it seems.
Worth in what you think
he or she percieves
of you
leads to invisibile poverty and frustration as the soul starts to sink.
Practice what you preach
for the focus in this case
is taken from God
and placed on each
"mistake" you discover in yourself-flawed.
Who's the King of the Universe?
To me, it's Jesus Christ-
the only One to save mankind
from the pandemic of sin,
a word that is often mislead
misread,
and justified
for the sake of those who are petrified
by its consequences.
You might wonder, "Why would a 'loving' God allow
us to see, feel, and hear pain even now?"
Well, He didn't, He gave us free choice
to choose who will be our heart's tyrrant
since the Garden
and until He comes back.
He was with you all this time
and He will never leave you
like the color of blue
in the clear sky.
I'm running out of time
just as fast as I'm running out of rhymes.
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