Table of Contents 1. Depression 2. O beast 3. Molecule 4. Mercy 5. Child Abuse 6. Disenchant 7. Rule 8. Predecessor 9. Superiority 10. Refine 11.

Gambling 12. Plateau 13. Satanic 14. Cultivate 15. Revoke 16. Life 17. Opiate 18. Spoke 19. Brain Washed 20. Survive 21. Solitary Confinement 22. Memoir 23. Pill Popper 24. Homeless 25. Checkmate 26. Hollow 27. Scripture 28. Gossamer 29. Reform 30. Self Mutilate 31. Drunk 32. Rare 33. Score 34. High Road 35. Unfold 36. Stripper 37. The Grind 38. Recovery 39. Pedophile 40. Virtue 41. Suicide 42. Racist 43. Porphyry 44. Gild 45. Adultery 46. Purpose 47. Vermin 48. Counterfeit 49. Parapet 50. Nicotine 51. Prostitution 52. Hebrews 53. Turbulent 54. Slander 55. Vexation 56. Orphan 57. Employ 58. Clockwork

Depression Feeling abandoned I need a companion. Loosing all hope! Showing no emotion! Confined in this space! A straight jacket Holding this depression Of every day movements! Swallowed up in this misery Associated With this sickness! Premeditated Feelings of suicide! A consequence that will be herd Through out this infirmary Of pain! Momentary Thinking if anybody Would miss me! This scheme that will fester If I let it get the best of me. To elude these feelings Building up Inside of these walls! Glimmer of hope! Shines through these cracks of uncertainty! My mind urges me To possess the power To overcome this influence of evil targeting My mind! A port that I will close at will. Terminating This debate of mental illness!

O beast My hunger feeding my appetite! This grease that grabs And holds on to every tissue Of uncleanleness! A liability In which covers The shame and guilt! Each portion that I serve myself! Is a promissory note In which I will break. Stock piling each calorie That burns a fire of gratification. Satisfying each craving Thats buried Underneath these chains Of bondage! Living in solitude Losing all hope To this depression of lies! My appearance Changes shape with each bite I eat. Feeling consumed and over whelmed. My physical endurance Runs to the buffet of affliction! A fulfillment Of broken promises! Humble pie! Served cold on a platter Of deception! When will I vomit? This disease over taking my illness!

Molecule Shove all cares aside. Triple beam she weighs heavy on my heart. Crystal was a woman I once knew. A garment that was stained from the wear and tare that use to destroy me! The smell that is filtered, from the reputation, that followed me. The residue, that clings on to change! Pulverized to powder! Blowing through the pale blue sky! Rescued from being a slave to the formula Affecting my thought process! Resisting the temptation disorder Shattered in side of my mind!

Mercy Standing in this hallway surrounded by walls! Graffiti covers the painting. Peeping through this funnel of hopelessness! Requesting prayer for the children screaming my name! Breaking the barrier that is meant for the lost! My eye sees the pain and sorrow underneath the crescent moon sky. If only I could take away the affliction and pain That pierces you heart. Like wind blowing underneath each crevice and cranny. I hear your breath and not your voice. The particles of shame and guilt! Flying! Like dust in the clear blue sky.

Child Abuse This discipline is too severe for any child to endure. Does anybody see the bruises below the surface? Concealing! The assault that took place behind closed doors. Cautious not to tell anybody about the beatings! Whats the motive behind his rage? Causing this abusive behavior! Does any body feel the fear in my voice? C.P.S is just a figment of my imagination. Safe from the hostile environment that takes place on a daily basis. Can anybody relate? Does anybody have compassion? Overlooking my injuries is just easier to conceal. If you searched and probed! You would find out why my actions speak louder then my voice. This is no accident! This is a sign of violence! From the beast leaving a permanent mark On every trace of evidence I portray!

Disenchant These laces that entangled me are shredded In there own web of lies. This demon has decided to betray the person that unleashed the beast. This horned demon has quadruped in size! Now it is turning the table of evil on the people feeding its frenzy. The measure and length of its capacity is overwhelming and cant be denied. This stigma sticks onto them as if it was a shadow of infamy. There own wickedness has been dismantled. The demon is now agitated and looking for the person Responsible for its shortcomings! Releasing its restraints was not as wise as you thought. Not thinking it was possible that the person you released it on Would be capable of restricting the beasts! This retribution of evil is falling onto the perpetrators. Believing there own maximum potential Would save them from the beasts rage! Confined in your own prison of hatred will detour you from making The same mistakes! Deceiving you into thinking you were capable of such evil. This pit that you have dug your self is a snare for the beast plaguing your emotions. The tracks left by the beast will leave a permanent mark on your forehead. The confused look on your face and the clattering noise in your ear Is from the beast that you created! The only one that will deliver you from this distress Of agony and despair is God Almighty! Only by his stripes will you be saved from the innocent blood that you shed.

Rule This tragedy of self pity, Is a sound of the creature that voluntary played the game! I wished for peace, but they wanted war. My sword has been buried, in this field of combat. These casualties were the incarnation Of wickedness! I persevered over the enemy that insisted on violence. This evil that tried to overtake me Was pulled by the root and never able to harm Or challenge me in a fight again. This hatchet will be displayed in your tomb. Its a reminder of the person that inflicted, The dagger, which ended your life! Now its time to wait on my master, That saved me from death, and destruction. My duties as a servant Is to carry out the warfare That Satan tries to bestow on Gods Christian soldiers. Those who try to charm and curse me will be another victim. Dont try to contend with me, Otherwise you will see the power that is invested in me.

Predecessor These wolfs in sheeps clothing can only be seen By the celestial power within! Confident in discerning if youre telling me the truth! Wise enough not to believe every thing I hear. Covering your lies would not be wise. Im a man skilled at pulling off your mask. I can point out the good from the bad. I possess the power to distinguish the character you portray. This wisdom and knowledge that was given to me cant be explained. I will challenge those who dont believe in redemption. The power that is invested in me will increase in strength and energy that has awakened. To console those who have been deceived and taken advantage of. Blinded by the wool in your eyes was not your fault. These wolfs are experienced at hunting for the weaker vessel. I know I was once a wolf! Rescuing you from this danger is my sworn obligation in which I will fulfill.

Superiority This spark that ignites the flame fluctuates in this furnace. Inhaling the breath of life that is gently blown toward my affliction! The stagnant air blows out the chimney of exhaustion. Cleansing and inspecting this firewall. Determining if I could stand against the enemy, and those trying to subdue me! Seeing if I would bend, or break in the time of difficulty! Making sure not to make a haste decision! At the appointed time, God will take the restraints off and give me the authority, And opportunity, to carry out his mission, That is left to those seeking refuge in a world thats oppressed, And overcome with heat, and ashes!

Refine The sun shines death upon my face. A burnt offering, too the man upstairs! Tears cover the pillow stained wall! Flowing down this river with no where to run! Quenching for thirst! Puddles of shame drip through the other side of this dream. I am the man that struck the hour past five. Ticking! With no one to whine this clock! The machines positive energy keeps this hand running clockwise! I am the potters wheel, You need to know just how I feel! The sandman born with clay in his hand! Building, this house of stone! Planted, on solid ground! Each breath, blows, my mind! The hour strikes Noon in this time capsule of change! Entering this passage that most dont dare take. Waking me from this sleep, Would cause me to see those watching and not understanding change! Pockets full of coins, nickel plated and empty! Dropping, them into the wishing well! Im spent, on recovering what was lost! I got to confess, I am abundantly blessed! Breathing in my ear is a sound of hissing! What are you missing? Its time for reality to hit me in the face! Turning the table, as if I was Cain, and Able. A stop watch that never sleeps! You cant kill what you cant see. I should have died, but time is on my side. A minute wasted is a life taken away!

Gambling Your life savings is been gambled as if it were petty cash! The only thing keeping me in this casino is greed! I keep telling myself if only I could get back what I lost. Then and only then I would consider quitting gambling. A million would pay off all debts! Rewarding my disease with gratification and pleasure! When will I be able to fight this compulsion? That leaves me broke and wanting more. This enigma hangs over my account and debit card!! It griefs cries of sorrow as if it has never been fed! Feeling unnourished from every withdraw I take. Destroying and dissipating each bill that is consumed. Wondering when the next deposit will occur! Feeling abandoned and uncared for! Thinking to myself if only I cash in these poker chips it will sustain My savings accounts appetite! Who am I kidding! I know I am leaving empty handed and drained. Not even the loose change in my pocket stands a chance from not being spent! Those who could relate should take warning and quit well your ahead! Eighty sixing yourself for life would be life changing! A transaction worthy of being redeemed! Buying back everything that was lost! Releasing you from captivity and bondage would be the best payout ever!!

Plateau The land of opportunity shines bright! This ship shifts to the right ready to drop anchor. Discovering a new way of life! Leaving the past behind and never looking back. Having sailed a distance! In an ocean thats unforgiving. There are no limitations on what this monarch can do in this body of water. Singing melodys for accomplishing a journey well traveled. Seeing life on these shores would just remind me why I abandoned the life I left behind. Giving thanks! To the Supreme being that threw me this life jacket. United we stand in a society that brought us closer together. Being in harmony and agreement! Soul, spirit, and mind! Seeing myself break through each wave! Like a streamline with little resistance. Making it too this harbor was not a option but was a choice To choose the course that would lead me to the promise land!

Satanic Those who serve Satan or other Gods want a quick fix! They want to get ahead in life, with out serving the Supreme Being! They want to live there lives in sin, but reap the benefits of success! Wanting prosperity and wealth by inviting Satan and all of his demons into your life So you could gain an advantage on your opponents is mind blowing! This fix would just be temporary! You are deceived if you think that Satan would let You go on possessing such power and wealth. Those who summons evil spirits! Inviting the dark side into there soul, spirit, and minds. Prepare for the worse outcome that will take place in the near future. Convincing your self that this is okay and know one will find out how Your manipulation and treacherous beliefs will come to light. You might get away with possessing the power to overthrow your enemies for awhile but This doomsday that is approaching will consist of pain, blood, and sorrow! This serpent that will possess you will also enslave, and break every bone in your body! The seriousness, of bad out ways the good in practicing such evil! This knot that youre tying is a noose that will be wrapped around your neck. Hanging, your self is no myth! These facts that Im providing you, is a proverb, that shouldnt be taken lightly! Dont take this with a grain of salt, but Believe and take warning that this dominion of evil will affect you and your loved ones. Those reading this and are Leary about what Im trying to tell them. This is just a reminder to those who summons any evil upon my life or families. It is not I that you will contend with. It is the Lord who fights my battles! Do not risk it, It is not worth youre lively hood.

Cultivate This manifestation is as clear as the eye can see. There will be proof in the pudding Of this harvest thats promised to Gods elect. I have experienced death and its not a pretty sight. Take this as you may but I was dead in sin. This inscription is being written so there will be no Doubt that I am living proof that miracles exist. This theory cant be explained why God chooses Those who are considered lame! Redeeming me would just be proof To anybody who knows me that Jesus suffered The death and penalty of Gods law That was created for man. Those who condemned me and pronounced me guilty Of death were probably right. I was all those things and so much more. I do not want your condolences or you sympathy For my misfortunes! This seed is planted where my burial of sin is buried in death. I am no longer dead in sin but planted and abounding With over grown fern! I am planted by the living waters that God supplied. My sin is blotted out and forgotten as if I never was contaminated With the infection I once had. Those who try to commit this premeditated malice towards me. They will see that there hands are full of innocent blood. Those who tried to execute judgment upon my lively hood! They will fill the rush immediately! Hopefully you will fight for your life just as I had to.

Revoke The Sovereign Lord says this rattle That Im shaking, Will be feared by all humanity! The venom that is injected, Will go up the spinal cord And feel the brain with thoughts, Of distress! Engaging me in this battle, Would be a joy, and honor, of merit! Favorable, and protected, from danger! A person skilled, at defending, his territory, Of unbroken position! I persuade you to come, annihilate, The enemy that is trying to break our soldiers spirits! Gods recruits, Will be trained with a variety of skills! A coat of Armor, Worn by a knight of valor! If you can endure the pain, and affliction, That you will have to undergo! You will be rewarded with a sword, of great power, And, dominions, in all you do! Inquiring a skill of might, and strength of military use! Being victorious over your enemies! Taking vengeance on those deliberately Inflicting pain to ones, self! Reversing the direction of ammunition being shot at you!

Life These expenses were paid in full. The generosity that was given to me will never expire. To remember those who lay down there lifes for my sake. This souvenir will be shared with those who fought for there inheritance. Paying tribute to those fallen souls who risked there lifes for what they believed in. This platinum metal will be placed In the hearts of men and women! The impressions that leaves a permanent mark On all who hears these words will be stunned and in awe. Those who didnt fight with me will be shunned as if I never knew you. Fending off the scavengers That tries to steal the inheritance Promised to those who risked there lifes for the fruits of there labor.

Opiate Teachers always told me I would be a flunky. Little did they know I was a junky? Clinging on to hope!! Strung out on this dope! The only class I passed was chemistry! Building this tolerance Of pain! Well Im slamming This rig in my vein! I dont expect sympathy! My nervous system is shutting down. Pleasure And pain its all the same. Injecting My mind with poison! This remedy that is prescribed, has legs. An opiate of sleep Im in deep. When will I awake! I just bit myself with a snake. I thought this was a party But I just hit my main artery.

Spoke The wheel that keeps me turning, it keeps me from burning. How does it role, Im not in control? Getting pulled with force, I dont even know why Im on this course. The globe spinning round, it keeps me off of the ground. Burning down this road, driving this weapon forward, Increasing strength, persevering over the enemy! This endurance of pain, what am I to gain? Building on solid ground! This rock can not be shook, thats whats written in this book. Im a spoke on the wheel, that is how I feel, And I know I am the real deal. Im the last leg in this race! Permit me to pass, because Im running fast. The anchor will win the prize! If I dont believe in Satans lies!

Brain Washed Disperse in thin air! Super natural talent buried deep inside of my mind. Opening this door that no one has ever entered! State of mind struggles to catch up to this manuscript Spinning inside of my head! Characteristic disease That plagues my emotions. The expression on my face Are like hidden treasures underneath the ocean swell. Channel these thoughts To a place of refuge! A home Where I shall rest From the chaos that consumes me. This shore that is surrounded by a great body of water! Escaping from the danger That lies beneath the fog covered sky.

Survive A portfolio, of memories Dissolving, in this glass that half full. A chemical, substance, boiling over! This race that Im running, Will spill, into this revelation, of pain! Promising a oath That will be carried out of this riddle, Of Supernatural, talent! Expressing, the anger That will take place in the near future. Incapable of being seen By the Ordinary Human! Testing the hearts of men Powered by there own internal impulse. Striking, Down The almighty, Hand, of Resentment, and Anger! Indication of a probable evil In which will take place. A series of events of treason Committed, Against a King of the most high! Stirring, up ones self To take action! A solemn oath of truth To Gods, sworn enemies. Inflicting vengeance, On the people taking satisfaction, On account of his pain! The darkness of death and sorrow, That is approaching! This vision consisting of two lenses Being passed through These spectra of prisms!

Solitary Confinement My privileges are stripped from off by back. My dignity, and self worth, spill into this hole of confinement. These guards keep talking to my disembodied spirit As if I was in my right state of mind. I watch this ghost leave and return As if there werent bars, holding him in this cell of bondage. This laughing and then crying Is a sign of suffocation? In which I struggle with every minute of the day. You throw me into this cage and expect me not to loose my sanity. Warring down all life that kept me alive In this tank of confusion! This ripple of voices, keep murmuring sounds through these stone walls of affliction. My state of mind carries me to this trance of ecstasy. Breaking me down, beyond all state of repair! Naturally, separating all senses of reality from real life sensations! How long can one endure? Before he breaks down and surrenders all hope and power To this abandonment of affliction! If there was only a window, people could see and observe how one could be dismantled. You should examine the condition Im in. Then and only then can you scrutinize why and how this transformation of a human to an animal occurs. Who determines if I have lost all mental capacity? Releasing me into the wild would be irresponsible. Keeping me in this cage would be dehumanizing. Moving me to another cell would be most appropriate. The state should take a hard look at my well being. I should be in there best interest. This requital of evil, or wrong doing does not justify keeping me in this state of torment. According to the Divine law, this is morally wrong and unjust, and unfair. Setting me free from this suffering would be a temporary abode to the soul. You have gone above and beyond your call of duty. As a warden, and human, being.

Memoir The possession of opportunity comes from above. This ribbon was placed on the trophy of accomplishment! Staggering to the finish line! The will that was pulled from deep within kept me moving Towards this obedience of submission! This maze was built with dead ends. The confusion of being lost kept me wanting to forfeit this game. Only the strong survive in this matrix thats built for the immortal man with nothing to loose. I walk through the valley of the shadow of death. Discovering those who fell by the way side! Giving a pledge to those that risked the danger and fell short. There performance was not forgotten! Leaving a Solemn oath on there grave. A ceremony that is given to a man of valor! What I am trying to say? Is dont give up on your dreams. These obstacles that stand in your way are there for a reason. Finding out if youre strong enough to carry on and pursue Whats waiting for you at the end of your journey! Dont give up when things keep going wrong. Keep your eyes on the task at hand. Keep focusing on the future leaving the past behind. Knowing theres a reward for those who finish what they started.

Pill Popper Getting immune to these pills! This ailment keeps me in the state of withdraws! This episode of shaking! Is from the physician That agitated the disease in me. Allowing me to feed this addiction with every script he writes! Exposing me to the danger and peril! Having no regards for my well being. I have a bigger chance of survival in a car accident Then I do in this clinic of pain! I keep drowning in this perspiration of sweat! When will I get the prescription? That delays these symptoms of uneasiness! Compelling myself to fake and force my mind To show no emotion In the presence of the public and doctor!

Homeless Homeless and no where to go! Living in this shelter with no address! Dreaming of just the little things people take for granite. My stomach growls for the left overs you toss in the garbage. If only somebody would throw me a bone. I would store it in this warehouse of hunger pains. My clothes are tattered and torn. Smelling like the salvage yard of hopelessness. A gust of air keeps the flies hovering over my stink. No shower in sight! If only I had a cup of water. I would Baath in these sorrows of affliction! My health is deteriorating in these living quarters. These freezing temperatures are no friend to a homeless man without any heat. These holes in my jacket keep reminding me of the frigid air I have to endure. If only I had that fur coat that you flaunt around. I would use it to cover my shame and embarrassment. My material is not fabricated for only the poor. I am just exposing the rich! Thinking the poor have little value and there existence Is not as important opposed to the rich! I am just supporting those without a voice. Those who cant be herd do to there lack of knowledge or whatever the case maybe. Having to depend on those who look down on them Is no easy task! A poor person is just a duplicate replica of the person You really are without all that attire you wear. No matter how you dress or how good you think you are. You are just as filthy as rags just as I am.

Checkmate These stains are from all the battles that I had to endure. Soaked with blood! Covered with victory! Now its time to relax and let nature takes its course. Delivering this message to those fighting for there lives! Being scared enough to use every tool that it takes not to fail. Trying not to remember those who challenged me! Never believing I was capable of breaking and conquering those trying to assassinate me! My enemies thought of me as just a pawn! That was and should have been easily discarded. Being heroic and using every strategy that it takes to be crowned a king! I was considered the lowest rank to those slandering my name. Showing it is possible to recover and even surpass those who thought they were better then me. Some folks play for fun! Others play as if there lifes depended on it! Those who think life is just a stalemate are not even giving themselves A chance to see the outcome of the game in which there playing!

Hollow Depression is like a cavity! It gets worse with each and every day. When will I feel this hole that is deteriorating in this cavity of self pity? I see smiling faces all around me! Yet no one can see this muzzle that keeps me from showing any form of happiness. If only they could see the puddle of tears thats hidden underneath my discomfort of discuss. Unwilling to go forward in this world that seams so dim! Gropingly wishing I could pull any kind of happiness Thats buried underneath my thoughts of silence! Listening to my self think is a scream for help! In which I will keep quiet. Sounding an alarm would just alert those that dont understand The sadness thats keeping me in this state of decay! Feeling the humiliation and death that comes over me! Fighting to stay alive in my mind of self expression! The enamel covers the plaque thats painted For those who cant see the picture that Im revealing. The numbness of Novocain cant take away this pain that Im feeling. Hopefully this will take root and be replaced With a crown of astonishment!

Scripture This pain that I have to endure is too much for the average person, But, its necessary it cant be avoided. In do season, I will get back what Satan, has taken from me. I will not listen to the lies that he tries to bestow on me. He tells me I have little value, and Im worthless, and my words are in vain. My words are scriptural; they cant and wont be denied. According to doctrine I have to carry this burden On my shoulders to preserve my life! Protecting me from the power, of injury, or danger! Holding this position is going to take courage, and strength! The final results will be most rewarding. This will turn out for my benefit if I dont loose sight of the prize In which Im inheriting! I get discouraged, when I have to battle everything Satan tries to throw at me. Knowing he doesnt want me to inherit the blessing That God has already promised me. This is a solemn oath in which God will not break. Knowing that God will always keep his promises Makes me want to take and bind all unbelief and doubt. This persecution has to take place so God sees that I could resist Everything that Satan tries to inflict on me. I know Satans tactics because I was once under his dominion of lies. Now I am a child of God, and he hates the fact that he cant break my spirit. His tactics have no effect on me. I know he will not give up, and neither will I.

Gossamer My nightmares have become her reality. I see her quenching for thirst! She should have known! Last shall be first! Entangled flies crawl back to her web of lies. When will they get wise? She is the brown recluse. She doesnt want to break loose! Her nest is covered with eggs. Lets kill them before they start growing legs! Breaking, the yoke, before its hatched. These weaving, threads, need to be bound! A long series of links, thats what stinks! Her power is in her fangs. As soon as we catch her slipping! We will keep her from dripping! She intruded on my home. I will place her in confinement! That is my assignment! I wish her the best! I hope she passes this test!

Reform Your gold will rust who do you trust? Its raining glitter! Dont be bitter! These flakes stick to each ornament. Hanging by a thread! A little prospect of success! This virgin ground is a sign of pay dirt of hope! Removing this material! Comes with a price that most dont dare take! Gradually dumping each bucket inside the sluice box of opportunity! This flood gate cleanses my mind! The dead weight falls off and shines bright! Easily perceived and detected! Flourishing with abundance! Feeling prosperous and with nothing to loose. Reflecting on the past makes me believe that abandoning the site I was on is more valuable then rubies and gold. Being rich in mind body and spirit! Go ahead and throw stones! Because an ounce weighed is a soul saved! A parcel of land thats whats buried in this sand! Straining all that was lost! Jesus already paid the cost!

Self Mutilate This self mutilation is too draw, attention to those who dont listen to my cries for help. This blade that scrapes the surface is just a temporary solution too my problems. Every cut I make, relieves the pain, and anguish I face on a daily basis. These razors slice off every memory of tissue and circumstance! Cutting, through the tendon, will cut off all sensation of living in this misery of torment. My impulses, drive me to take such drastic measures. Feeling kind of faint, from the blood shame and guilt! Its hard to believe, someone could go to such extremes. You need to live in my skin for a day!! Each scar you see comes with a story and meaning. The scars you see on my wrist are from the neglect and abuse That I had to endure since I was a child! When you looked at them, you despised and looked down on me. Thinking I was worthless, and had little value! Glaring, and ridiculing my scars, because there on display for the world to see is offensive and vulgar. Just because your scars, are hidden underneath your sleeves! Your persona fakes the demeanor that exhibits your facial expressions! I urge you to cut off and remove every remark that is blasted out of your mouth. You dont know the reason behind each scar that you gawked and mocked! The beatings, and the throbbing, are from each stroke and sound that is verbally abusive, To the heart, and soul, of mankind!

Drunk Alcohol and wine I started drinking in my prime. Memories of tremors From the beverage I drank. Symptoms of shaking Im not faking! Drinking for the sorrow! As if there was no tomorrow! Under the influence Of agony and despair! My impaired judgments Leads down a road of destruction! Life long dreams Vanishing with Jim beam! Self medicating this addiction With liquor! My liver is shutting down Gradually! Remove this pain That is to severe for even The strongest man to endure! A prize fighter Fighting this deadly weapon Of addiction!

Rare Well I sit here and ponder I think of the women I let go in the past. Wondering why we didnt end up together is never an easy pill to swallow! Excepting each dose every time I see her face! Washing away my feelings that are held deep within! The tears in my eyes are full of passion that I once carried! Concealed and hidden for the one and only love of my life. She holds the key to my heart that know one has ever been able to open. Imagining if she feels the same or if she even notices Im still alive? Setting a spark would just ignite those feelings That leaves me burnt and over whelmed. Erasing her would give me every reason to compare her to others. My odds of finding another soul mate are slim to none. I will be open to the right individual who shows promise and honesty! An oath given and a heart never to be broke again.

Score I am not a man pleaser, I am a God pleaser. These are the requirements that God asks from me. Im not trying to impress man because I know that man cant restore my health Back to its original state! The creator of this universe, is the one That I will have to take account for my actions! Man did not die for my sins, but it was Jesus who shed His blood for my wrong doings! Bringing to light those who look to man And put him on a pedestal are confused! They dont know the circumstance in which there opposing. Operating by your own ambitions makes me believe That you are not lead by the spirit, but Are deceived into thinking your own beliefs Will get you to heaven!

High Road Wake me from this trance! Someone is trying to do a victory dance. Watching me suffer! Times are getting rougher. Raising the bar throwing me this curve You have some nerve. Hoist me up because Im not giving up. You call me unclean because you remember me being a dope fen. Reflecting on my past will not determine my future. Im taking action! My words are power you call me a coward. Committed to my decision! Fulfilling my destiny! Compelling this flame! Im not the same. Contrary to what you say Im not walking away! The average man might have ran but that is not in my plan. You cant drop me! There is no way you can stop me. Discerning the truth! Just like the book of Ruth. The number of five I will survive.

Unfold This self indulgence gives me the opportunity To explain the pleasure, that it takes to with stand everything, You throw at me. This trigger pulls back the strength that causes me to hammer Down and not break. Being offensive or derogatory would give you reason To believe, that your power is working to your advantage. You have nothing to offer me, nor do I plan On giving you satisfaction, of controlling me once again! Im sure youre shocked that one could go through the hell You have caused me and not give up. Recovering everything that was lost is not why Im doing this. The reason is to show everybody your true colors, and how you Tricked me into thinking you were the true figure I should be following. There was a time and place where I might have bought into what youre Trying to tell me! The impression that you have left on me is every reason To stand and fight for what I believe to be true.

Stripper Having sympathy on the women who think its necessary to strip for cash! Desperate and feeling as if there integrity gets stripped from them with each dance performed. This pole leaves them naked and drained! Sucking out all life and energy that she thought she might have had. Leaving them vulnerable and easy prey for those seeking to defile And violate them as a women and human being. Degrading your self so you could satisfy those who have a fetish Demoralizing you and getting there kicks off of you melt down. They gratify the heat that is projected from your indecency and virtue as a woman. The money you get cannot buy back the verdict that will leave you guilty and charged Of the offense that youre committing to the soul spirit and mind! If you think that ravishing your body is ok because youre not having intercourse with these guys. Think again! In there minds they have already been in compliance with the filth thats being indulged! Not knowing that your soul suffers the consequence of your actions! Those who undermine and follow through with such lewd acts Will feel the shame guilt and disgust that will be uncovered! These fowl spirits that will enter you! Will break and rupture every Emotion that will manifest itself into your character and life! Dont disregard what Im trying to tell you! Take note and dont fall victim to this lifestyle of affliction!

The Grind Mimicking my words! The smile, that is over shadowing my thoughts. My tendency to sin, in this filth they call life. To embrace, this gift that has been given to me. Seeking refuge, in this storm that cant be tamed! To engrave, my name in the book of life! Dedicating my words to those fallen souls! Juggling, these thoughts of bad and good! Justifying why I act the way I do. Restrain myself from pleasing my flesh. Anointing my spirit, with drops of oil! Gaining ground, on my sinful paths! A slave, grinding away at my imperfections! The weight that has been lifted! Leaving no stone unturned!

Recovery Regaining ground on that sickness That kept you out of commission Which seamed like a life time? Conquering the battle and being brave enough To out stand the enemy In which tried to break your spirit! To endure the pain! And affliction! That it took to overcome this obstacle That stood between you and your goal of recovery! It takes courage and a high, Spirited, Noble, Person To pull the strength and energy Out of every bone in your body! To supply you with the supernatural, Strength, That you didnt know existed. Making you believe that there is a higher power that exists. Igniting the fire that you had in yourself Makes you wonder How? And why It was possible for you to step forward in your recovery. Giving praise! To the Supreme Being! That gave you this capability, of recovery! Terminating all doubt of unbelief, that weighed heavy on one self.

Pedophile Taking away my innocence Because you couldnt resist gratifying Your sexual pleasures! If only I was bigger! Stronger! Would you be capable of this filth! You call playing? Jaculating! In self pity! Because you let your lust! Consume! You! A violent Savage, That forced there unclean Thinking, into my life! Disturbed, individual, Tucking me into bed! So he could have his way with me. Tarring and breaking Each commandment, that lies, Beneath your insanity! A violent offender, That got away with this for years. There will be a day, and time, for judgment! Your eulogy, Will consist of either, Which burns, beyond repair? You had little regards for my well being. Now its time for you to endure the pain you caused me. To ensure you of the payment, That you will receive in the after life!

Virtue There is nothing worse then seeing your friends fall victim to Satans lies. Taking heed to what Im trying to tell them is not enough. The heartburn that Im feeling for them needs to be digested and herd. There life depends on hearing the truth. I see them struggle with there addictions! Digging, Deeper into sin! How can I help them turn there lifes around? Diverting there minds to break and conquer any stronghold That keeps them in bondage. Shedding light, on those living in a world of darkness! Intervening, and giving them a glance of hope would change there lifes forever. Sometimes the choices they make are intoxicating to see! Knowing that I have walked in there shoes, Gives me every reason to believe that God is capable of using the lowest of lows For his praise, honor, and glory! The sacrifice that I would give up so my friends and loved ones Wouldnt have to go through the same hell I did. Rigging them with the gear and equipment needed to withstand All the evil thats trying to suck them into the pits of hell! Saving them from a life of turmoil, and pain, Would be more valuable then rubies, and gold!

Suicide This stretcher of suicide lyes beneath my corpse. Why would I resort to killing myself? I weigh the options on why my life would be worth saving. What would prevent me from making this choice? That ends my life. I think of my loved ones and how I would leave them with scars. Why would I be that selfish and depressed? That I thought there was no other alternative. Intentionally kept hidden in these secrets of withdraws. This revolving door, which keeps opening these thoughts of suicide! How do I get the strength, to secure my existence on this earth? Reducing the intensitys, So I dont have to go to such extreme actions! Just know the consequence out ways the good. If you decide to take your life, The Lord says every one will be accounted for there actions. The only way out of this life is through Jesus Christ! Secure yourself in prayer, and supplication. Put on your armor of protection, that shields you from letting Those evil thoughts get into your soul, spirit, and mind. Let Gods hands deliver you from the affliction, of suicide and death. Jesus suffered the pain, affliction, death, so we wouldnt have to Bare the consequence and repercussions of our actions. The affection and love that God has for us will obtain The pain, that Satan tries to inflict on us. When the load seams to heavy, Give it to the Lord, and he will sustain, and carry your burden of affliction. Jesus paid the ultimate price so we wouldnt have too. Youre bought with a price! Suicide is not an option! Nothing is too severe that one should resort to taking there life.

Racist Racial profiling just because the color of my skin! Being bias and hating me because I am indifferent From those you surround your selfs with. Just because I live across town or I am in another bracket. My income is not as much as yours is. That is no reason to look down on me. Looking to find fault in somebody just because there appearance Is indifferent then yours is. That is no reason to judge or look down on that individual. Being racist is idiotic and profane! The last time I checked we are all human. I find it offensive and irresponsible! We are all equal in the eyes of the beholder. Those who commit this offense of racism! Transgress against moral law. Those who judge will be visited with a variety of calamities and punishment. I am not perfect I too have committed an act of such treason. I have been delivered and set free from this yoke of bondage.

Porphyry Pile driving my enemies In this theater of war! This show exhibited Worthy of admission! Confusing the enemy That intruded in this nightmare Of immortality! Applying pressure to those Provoking me to anger! A competitor That doesnt know What there up against. My God possessing divine power That will crush the heathen And stop them from breathing! Undertaking a machine That was nailed to a crucifix. Causing much pain and affliction! Jehovah, is his name, Dont use it in vain. I see a sparrow, Youre going to get your own arrow! A place of confinement, This is my assignment! You have been hostile, Now its time for you to hear the gospel! Sinking into sin You know the creator will win! You better panic, Thinking your satanic!

Gild An appetite of hunger! Im worthy of this reward. Im appointed by God! Spreading his word with this pen, I dont care who I offend. This is just a token of his appreciation! Spreading His gospel through out the nation! Evangelical preacher, living by grace! King Heros crown, Im going town to town. Showing me favor, thats what Im going to savor. Swallowed hole, Just until it reaches my soul! Mounting like eagles, The air is thin, Hopefully it will protect from sin. Fly so high I reach for the sky why dont you give this a try.

Adultery Cheating on your spouse is as low as you can go. Not caring about the consequences of your actions. Living as if you never got married Or even cared about your vows of marriage Your significant other Trusted and confided in you. This is how you repay him. Your words mean nothing! You broke every promise and principle that you portrayed. Your loyalty is like paper It could be cut torn and disposed of. If you were even human, You should have fought for your relationship. You embarked on a rough patch in your marriage So you decided to break and scar The person you said you loved. If value was a crime, you would do so much time. When the person finds out about your betrayal and lies. Your deceitfulness will be exposed.

Purpose This swell of water that rises to the occasion! Rolling over those that try to hinder me from telling Those that are broken a message which will revive there spirit! Giving them strength, and determination To accomplish the task at hand! Over powering and crushing those who try to oppress And stand in the way of me defeating those with no significance. This beacon that is held will hopefully sound an alarm Inside your thought process! I pray so you dont have to go through the same hell I did. Regenerate and plant a seed in your soul would be an accomplishment That I dont take lightly! Drawing you closer to the Supreme Being That saved me from death and destruction. The penalty of our actions can be seen in the palm of his hands. This broken vessel was for our iniquities and our transgressions! Rising above and beyond our comprehension!

Purpose This swell of water that rises to the occasion! Rolling over those that try to hinder me from telling Those that are broken a message which will revive there spirit! Giving them strength, and determination, To accomplish, the task at hand! Over powering, and crushing those who try to oppress And stand in the way of me defeating those with no significance. This beacon that is held will hopefully sound an alarm Inside your thought process! I pray so you dont have to go through the same hell I did. Regenerate and plant a seed in your soul would be an accomplishment That I dont take lightly! Drawing you closer to the Supreme Being That saved me from death and destruction. The penalty of our actions can be seen in the palm of his hands. This broken vessel was for our iniquities and our transgressions! Rising above and beyond our comprehension!

Vermin Entertaining those who arent easily amused! Showing the humor, in the midst of us is as easy as bobbing for apples! Laughing, at the one who gets dunked! Paying money, to see some one you know freeze. Capturing the look on there face when you hit the target you were aiming for. Extinguishing, the fire that you had building up inside of you. The teasing sensation, that leaves them scratching there head. Having no sympathy, on the individual who sits on the platform antagonizing you! Demonstrating to those who dont believe in second chances! It only takes one bad apple to spoil your day! The moral to this story is be careful who you offend. That person might be the one who has the last laugh!!

Counterfeit Stealing my identity would not be wise. I would hinder you from trying to walk in my shoes. Pretending to be me would cause you to loose Your reputation with those slandering your name! Changing your configuration as a man Would cause you much grief and worrying! Keeping a constant watch, on those spying on your every day movements! Those who right an analog report about you Trying to find out if youre the man you really say you are. Thinking that youre trying to impersonate some other character That you proclaim to be. This would give those trying to print, or inform others a opportunity To drag your name through the mud! Hoping to catch you off guard! Thinking your some type of pagan, that doesnt believe in your religious beliefs. Suggesting that you dont appear to be the person That they think you are. Capable of being seen with your naked eye! Obvious that Im the man that painted the picture on the wall! Authentic and without doubt, genuine and sincere!

Parapet The sovereign lord says this pamphlet that is written In stone will herd through out each generation. The impact will leave an impression on the individual Reading this script! Engraved on your foreheads of unbelief! This dagger that pierces the mind and soul Will hopefully take root in this pathway of unrighteousness. This signal will be carried out through this current Of electricity in which Im spilling! These words maybe shocking to those that are weak. Only the strong survive in this war of immortality. The emotional spirit of man will take a backseat And be judged by there earthly intensions And desires of the heart! This judge and jury will give out a sound that praises the man That honestly speaks the truth to the nation and audience Behind this pulpit of pain! Separating the chosen from the unclean! Depending on the character that you portrayed on this earth! There will be no sympathy on those who knew right from wrong. Those who try to conceal and hide from the truth and shame Will be carried and dumped into this wicket of wickedness! Straight is the way and narrow is the gate. The bottomless pit, that rests underneath this foundation of deceit and lies! There will be gnashing of teeth. Only the brave spirited soul will escape the wrath and anger Thats about to take place. There will be a reward for the sinner and saint. Some through the fire, some through the flood, but all through the blood!

Nicotine Every time I smoke it feels like Im about to choke! Giving up this habit is going to take every breath that gasps for air. Painfully searching for the strength to break this habit That leaves me panting violently. My mouth feels like I was running in back of a dump truck. Swallowing all the dust and smoke that comes out the exhaust! The windpipe leaves me choking on this nicotine. This match will burn and strike down each lung That is consumed in this flame that Im setting. Burnt in these ashes that are filtered out these cigarettes of uncleanleness! Freeing me from this pollution would give me the endurance to run and not waver. A fresh breath of air would give me the incentive to quit smoking. This tobacco that comes with a deadly price that one must pay.

Prostitution Walking this street and standing on this corner is me providing Money for my addiction!! Im not only selling my body, but also my soul. The beauty that sells itself for a buck! These carnivorous that prey on my flesh, They are called johns! Raping my spirit, from off my back! Penetrating, me as if I were there property. I am a victim that is used like an object. My womb suffers the consequence and repercussions of my actions! This intercourse takes place in the back of my mind! Freeing me from the feeling of any type of sensation! Knowing I am only being used for his personal gratifications. A madam that is disrespected and discarded! Feeling rotten, and smelling fowl! Knowing I have too resort to this makes me fill miserable and sick! There you go again! Judging why I would let myself go to such extremes? Feeling piety does not bring back my soul that died when my body was being used. Not knowing that the pimp who seduced me into thinking this was okay! He told me he would keep me from danger! He acted as a father figure that I never had. The drug he supplies keeps me under his control. I feel as if there is no way out. Telling me and others we would have a choice in the matter! Those were all lies! We dont get a penny, much less a say in this conversation. Dont buy into this sex trade of affliction!!

Hebrews I hearken to my masters calling. Receiving these messages make me plead for mercy. A shipmate that takes orders from the captain! The teaching machine that shows me how to drive this vessel forward! Assisting me and providing me this opportunity To accomplish the task a captain has to endure. This super natural agency that is inserted in his apprentice Will be explained in do season. Obtaining this knowledge and wisdom is for the Christian who believes In Christ here on earth! Willing to take orders from above and beyond My call of duty as a servant! My rival competes for superiority! Trying to claim, the position that will be granted To the one who shows the most determination and promise! Being passionate, and showing I am the man for the job Will be decided by the man upstairs! Being victorious in this competition would be life changing.

Turbulent Discharging electrical volts when provoked! Composed, but ready to defend and conquer! My spirit charges its batteries as soon as I flip the breaker. Drained and exhausted from all the abuse. I remember the times when I was grasping for air. Feeling chocked! Suffocating in my own vomit! Naturally spewing out all the filth that I digested! To understand what Im trying to say, You would have too tie a zip tie around youre neck, and pull tightly! Then and only then would you feel a little taste of what it like to quench for air! This may feel extreme to those who never experienced being tormented by there own demons that they created. I am a witness, and living proof that such evil exists. Your probably wondering what type of sin I committed for such evil to enter into ones self. I will tell you one thing, The road to hell is paved for those committing crimes with no remorse. Satans job is to take you down this road that leads you to the bottom less pit. Those of you experiencing the speed bumps, potholes, and delays I highly recommend you taking the detour on the right. Those who try to challenge, looking past the signs that I am providing you! They will end up down these roads with dead ends. Turning around would be life changing. Being bold enough, and respecting your self to take and receive every precaution Thats drawn on this map that I am giving you. I urge you to drive on the course that will lead you to your destination.

Slander Never under estimate, those, you criticize. Its just an indicator Showing the real person you really are. Backstabbing Is your strong suit! Writing down the answer, To your question? Satisfying The neglect and hate That you carry Behind that mask of self pity! Like a worthless dog That eats his own vomit! A jackal, That scavenges Off of other peoples integrity. Inferior to your superior! Undergoing all the resentment, You have had since birth. A habit, In which you or I cant explain. Soul searching, Why your behavior Reflects on your personality!

Vexation These entities will crumble underneath my feet. Using there technology as a weapon Is as cunning as a fox, and sly as a snake! No weapon formed against me shall prosper. Hiding behind your treacherous ways, will be your down fall. Breaching what little you have left. Makes me want to show you no mercy! My gain will be your loss in this warfare of immortality. Your life is starting to perish right before your eyes. They say there is no sleep for the wicked! Yet I see you never awakening from this nap that Im about to show you. This disease that blinds you is a sign of daybreak that is approaching. Rule of thumb! Never underestimate somebody that knows your weaknesses. Demolishing those who leave me no other choice! Being agitated and confused is me applying Pressure to your frame of mind! Counteracting any evil that was released on my well being! Closing any door that was never supposed to be opened!

Orphan An orphan that has been betrayed by blood! Left to be adopted by a family unknown! Wondering how and why I was left to offend for myself? A life that leaves me scared! Every broken home takes away a little part of living. Not knowing how long it will take before they reconsider Me as part of the family! Not letting my guard down is just a part of the process In which carries me through out the days of uncertainty. The value of a person comes with a price in which most cant afford. Money cannot buy the love that one needs to keep me living In a world that makes me feel empty and broke. What makes a family decide to pick me out of all the other options of children? Who will adopt me from this facility of hopelessness? How do I stand out and make them feel like I should be part of there family? I see siblings get split apart from each other. How does one tare apart a family that has already been broken? When I do get adopted! I will always wonder if I will be returned. Like a toy that gets to be played with! Hopefully my family does not get sick of me and send me packing. This is the gift that keeps on giving. This is what I struggle with every day of my life. For those of you who feel sorry for themselves Because you dont have a mate or material possessions! Walk in my shoes for a day! Then and only then can you feel what its like to be alone and having nothing.

Employ I have been tracking you for a distance! There is no where to hide and no where to run! This is the last curtain call. Stand up and fight thats what you wanted all night! You antagonized me for years! Now its time for me to shift gears! This stream of electricity will turn off the lights! The lamp that you see is not from me. The oil that is lit you should submit! Eliminating you out of the equation is no myth. Blinded by your own ambitions, will keep you exposed To the sunlight that is provided! Disarming you and leaving you powerless, Is my obligation in which I will fulfill! Having no power and leaving you sluggish, Leaves me to believe that you werent ready for mortal combat! My impulse grows with the magnitude of defeating Those who challenge me in a dull! Kneel down and pray, and I will walk away. Mercy is given, and mercy is also taken away.

Clockwork Absolute power! Straight is the way and narrow is the gate. Committed to this road that Im traveling! Originate these thoughts that Im feeling! A spinning machine ticking like my grandfathers clock! Symbolical, mystery of art that Im spilling! The rhythm of beats that keep winding stamped inside of my head. Its like a candle that keeps on burning! This lantern that keeps shining off of my shadow! Expressing my feelings, that travels to foreign places. Buzzing like a bee with no hive. No place to rest my head. Tired of these thoughts consuming me! My mind is wondering through this wilderness. Lost, stranded and all alone! This hand, that keeps reflecting, off of a sundial heading north. Pointing to the direction that I will follow!