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Emony

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1 poem·Since April 2013
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There Came A Time

April 28, 2013
There came a time When I considered throwing away all religion and relationship As things started to shift So I subconsciously gave my spirit the weight to sank its own ship Trying to stay disconnected From the things that I felt forced in It was the words of my impurities that I was dressed in But what I really needed was time with God to invest in The lack thereof allowed me to be suppressed So hard that I was depressed And the lies of the mind became my new oppression Being formed out of spiritual recession Thinking that I'm holding on for dear life Conforming into the lifestyle of fright But in reality I started blocking His light Making it hard for me to sleep at night Jesus please bring day light Then I can live in denial of the truths of my actions Living for the unknown satisfactions Allowing the commons to become a distraction Ouch, My spirit man has another contraction Watching shows that embellish private practices and scandals of deceptions It was the things of the Earth that I began to nest in Forgetting the many times the God above found the best in ME... Allowing me to be free, so immediately... My spirit is ignited just enough to escape this recession, Only to find itself in a state of stagnation Leading to destruction So in turn I live a life of exaggeration I'm done with this And I'm standing to make a declaration That I must hold on to His holy proclamations Because I was born to lead nations Now I walk into a time Where I have peace in my mind Not living to make a dime But choosing His will, so that I never feel blind
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