Becoming Someone Else

it's darkened days and colder a nights. I'm deciding, fight or flight. I'm screaming to the Lord for a miracle but he's showing no light. I'm just so fucking sick of this ill nature that raised us. We say praise to a god that what? - saved us? He's worse then a tinder date ghosting so in the end who's hosting the Holy Ghost. who's truly holy I no longer know. they say that I speak like the devil the way that it flow. when I'm just trying to read the written scripture before I take that final blow. It's like a laced line of coke that invokes the demonic side of me, it's kind of like somatic sodomy. As I'm reach for my soul I just want it tha fuck outta me.

 

All I wanna do an acrobatic Charismatic backflip. I'll paint a picture oh, so vividly, the lines oh, the symmetry. Locked in my head oh, the captivity

do you see toxicity? it's cynical. At the pinnacle of being biblical. Lord I need a sign now more than ever this is critical! I've pleaded to you times before. I've even bleed just to try a see you, as blood from these slit wrist pours. See, read my Letterman I'mma veteran on trying to reach that top floor, (Heaven). I just have all these unpleasant questions that I'm expressing the ones I kept under suppression. since my son left. Why does it feel like I have no soul?. left in a sink hole? with no place to go?. I've got split personalities yeah, you in for a show. I'm meddling with Alchemy to bring him back that black voodoo! I'm losing my Humanity but tell me what the FUCK! WOULD YOU DO?!?.