What makes us want to fight disaster?
It is something that we learn to conquer eventually
I play deaf and dumb to the puppet masters
But I am more of a slave than even I can see
I am a slave to the time that keeps me bound to this world
and a fear of dying in absolute nothingness.
I am a slave to the gifts that are god given..girls
and a fawning for love that keeps us in search of constant forgiveness
I put on my shield for protection as I walk out of the door
in hopes that God will show himself and I will make it through the day
Is it the selfish part of me begging for more?
Secretly searching for God as I cross the street keeping sure to look both ways
I am let down
Or did I let myself down again?
How can you search for answers from beneath a blanket in the hallway closet?
How can you make it through the storm if you are standing in the rain wrapped in aluminum foil?
If we play with fire we are bound to get burned, however if we never get near the fire we never know the true strength of the flickering orange and yellow dancing flames.
If YOU sit me down and lecture me on greatness
I will probably look out the window because you have no relevance to greatness and glory
You are only relaying a childhood happy go lucky story!
How come no one focuses on the bads?
The WTF's?! How about if you don't make it through the pearly gates because the bones in your closet pull you back down to this hell on earth.
Will you still lecture me in faith and trust that your time will come or will you abandon everything that you know out of fear and inability to take blame for your own actions?
IT'S your fault.
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