Poetry · Draft Room

Still taking shape.

Voice memos, transcribed. Unfinished on purpose — this is where ideas live before they're ready.

take Untitled — Neve/Distressor take — 07/23
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The desire of ages, cry of the nations, for long our souls have waited. Son of David, through him was the world created. Seat of Jacob, through whom I'm associated. Never duplicated, but often appropriated. He prophesied false versions would come and play the fraud. The word exposed the lie. The display is flawed. Something blaspheme is just cursing while saying God, but they blaspheme when they put a man in the place of God. Yah, show me the way, because demons are seeking out our religions. Check the script, it's chapter 6 verse 12, some dope lines you find in Ephesians. Believe us, or say it's mythical and deny the meaning. Say it's invisible, how can I accept when I don't see Him? So many reject and proclaiming that I don't need Him. Then many pray scared when they think it's their time to meet Him. Yalla cheating, with life issues you take a new position, because when God don't fit you, you claim it's superstition. But if you treat theories as facts when no proofs are given, I'll let you do the math on who's confused with religion. Copyright © 2020 All Rights Reserved