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Pardon me for being so crass
but speaking God’s word is not a crime last I asked.

People hatin’ gays is wrong
you won’t hear hate of gays in any hymn song.
And yet I feel like the world believes that it’s so,
that they hate what I say but don’t really know.
Hell even the government keeps prayer
from the rooms that they preach in.
while they tell me how I should think
and what I should say’s sin.

Maybe the world has come to a place in time
where being a christian is seen as a crime in mind,
So how long will it be before it’s a crime to be me?
and the world that I thought was a way that could be
just fine with the words that I pray on my knees,
makes it a crime
to say what’s in mind

that I love every person that ever had ***
with the same kind of gender that at first they where set.
That while I hate all the sin they live in there lives,
that it’s this and not the person I despise,
but the fact that they actively seek to attack
the beliefs that I hold in my heart, that they lack.

That if you’d accept the gift of Christ of forgiveness for your sin,
you might see a way for a knew life to begin.

But instead I’m told I’m a hater and ignorant,
while everyone missus the truth of the argument.
That it’s not the man or the women I hate
but the lust in their life by themselves they can’t sate.

So if what’s seen in my heart is spoken as truth
and seen by the government and most of the youth
as being a hate speech or some sort of lie,
as if I had said I’d wish they would die.

Well thank God it’s not a crime to rhyme,
Thank God the reward is mine.
I pray to God it’s close to the time.
I’m tired of living with the blind.
Imagine there's no evil
It's easy if you try
No sin between us
Above us more then sky
Imagine all the people
Living to obey...
Imagine there's no Muslims
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to **** or die for
And no apostasy too
Imagine all the people
Living for the Lord...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join Jesus
And the world will be as one
Imagine no transgressions
I wonder if you can
No sight of greed or ******
The salvation of man
Imagine all the people
Living in the word...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join Jesus
And the world will live as one
I sing it to music
Knowledge is to know what to say. But wisdom is knowing when to say it
At night I sleep,
my mind travels to distant universes,
my mind expands, my body shudders,
like flying while laying down or crying while laughing.

Thoughts so profound and mysterious invade my mind,
echoed words I never spoke.

my soul yearns to be free,
bound in this wretched vessel,
like sunlight seen but not felt.

my wings cut off from those foreign strings of reality called dreams,
the night laughs, in the morning I cry.
Some metaphysical ******* if you ask me.
Your Beauty reflects the flowers for which you sup and sip,
and every single beat of wing a mesmerizing quip.

Like a graceful dancer or a summer breeze,
the beauty of the butter fly brings my soul to sing.
small beauty makes small poems.
blisteringly cold, blindingly bright, beautifully bountiful,  snow drift white.
I stand in the snow freezing my toe.
well they do
Blackened bouncing baby bunnies burning brightly,
burdened by boils,
bleating bleakly,
but blessed by blindness,
brings bliss beyond beauty.
you know that filter in your mind, well I took it off long ago. more poetry is made without it.
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