Clutch

Speaking the language of love that's universal

Once things set in motion there is no reversal

Off top speaking the truth no need for rehearsal

In a saint's life there is no breaks so never cutting to commercial

Life and death is eternal

It all matters where people choose to spend it

Some think they are going to get to paradise independent

Others think they can never do any wrong

Yet all along it was their pride that was leading them on

Enthroned by their own character flawlessness that's actually wisp

Some may take this as a diss been writing on the offensive

Get this gist if the lisp is anywhere defective

Effective with the method but the madness been consuming

All assuming than maybe there is no losing if I'm choosing

No wisdom in the grave only silence and a beating heart

Of those looking at their reflection on the tombstone date marks

When were born our fate starts until the last breath before the descend

The ascension is an individual decision not always the first to mention

Instead of going full force I was hesitant I been flinching

Debating whether or not to keep fighting through my own inner prevention

That was stopping the fishing of men

So others can experience the intervention of the divine position

That was royally the human race to begin with

So in distinction between those created there is a big diff

Foolishness to think the inventor is a myth

If and only if the existence cannot be proven by what's revealed to the eyes

Traumatized by the lies with the personal agendas being set up

No time to choke don't give it any room to breath

Let it bereave deprived of

Until relieved of this burden that was established to believe.
 

EPITOME

Not really having the best of days.

Trusting God seems harder to do.

When things do not go my way.

I can say lip service and say I'll follow You forever.

That's when I have money for bills and food stocked up that seems to never disappear.

My worst fear has come to the surface as I'm drowning breathing air.

When I am thrown in the den with the lions how will I fair?

It's not fair when God takes away something I thought was good for me.

My life support on that one obsession has took control of me.

Now cut off and the blood has been drained.

I have to rebuild from what wasn't took and repair all that was damaged.

It is taking a while to come back to my senses but I can manage.

Time to clean house there is a lot of dust swept under the rug.

I probably should do a deep clean and also sweep out the bugs.

These cobwebs in my head have made my mind fuzzy.

I was feeling like a real man when I had all at my disposal now it's all gone.

We all know how that goes....

Weighing out my pros and cons of living this lifestyle.

I still have to keep living even though my weight doesn't match now.

Only by faith I am still pressing on.

I have big matters to attend to.

When it all matters my matter isn't even a word to behoove.

Going in and out of the groove of life.

I was once dancing listening to all the simple things of life.

Now it becomes complicated I changed the rhythm and tunes.

No more upbeat me just a hollow seashell with a tomb.

Maybe I should martyr myself...

Would I get what I deserve then and still have to face the doom?

Sitting in this filled room but still empty to me.

Wasting away to misery but don't feel guilt or pity me.

THE EPITOME IS WHO I AM NOT SUPPOSE TO BE.

Lost...

This is not how I would have pictured life to be.

Once recognizable places I do not even see.

I once was innocent or so I believed.

The wounds of life took me to a place I thought I would never leave.

In the darkness of all darkness where the sounds in your head are your only friend.

Bent on revenge but never took the binge.

I descend lower into the caverns of my own heart.

Feeling around all my feelings for the most part seeking to stand on them.

But every time I try to stand I fall deeper in to myself a shell never to break out.

I look around and all I see is nothing there is not a single thing to see of life.

No trees, ocean breeze, people, places, or even breath-taking sites to see.

Only me...

I begin to walk through who I have become and how I have became.

The truth being revealed to me only brought shame and a stained name.

Maybe my life was not who I thought to be.

Maybe all this light is just the darkness and I have been blind enough to think I could see.

I been in this pit but never got consumed by what was lurking in the dark.

The times have changed and even the love that was so true in my heart.

I became partners with the facade and after a while my best friend.

I trembled at the flash backs of all the lies that were true to me that I took in.

It broke me I fell and I kept falling in.

Who cares?

It feels good so I partake in again.

Carrying around the wind and all I possess within my hands reach will be ashes.

I have been storing treasures of dust instead of gold to fill up in my secret stashes.

All has become worthless to me...

I have been tricked and the joke was played on me.

What a fool finds funny no one will believe.

What a wise regards as money every one will think it's deceived.

I took both roads and ended up at dead ends.

Having to turn back from the progress I thought I was making.

When all seems so unreal what's left to cling to?

If the invisible is more real than the visible?

How can I perceive to know what's the right and wrong thing to do?

Lost...