Time to sweep up the shattered remains
Of our pained skins
On the floordust of misfortune
Our particles separate into the open
Atoms and molecules are left discombobulated Floating
Searching
For a nuclear family explosion
Frozen in times thawed out seconds and motion
Wait a minute
Hour time is hope for more of it
When it ends we can explore the meaning meant
And its mathematical arrangement
To human natures assignment
Tailored to our confinement of the naturally selected paths of the divine man's
Circumstances
Or should I said happenstance
Either way the sense makes cents
We consent to be sexually spent
In genders and rent of a bodys sent
Mission or penned
Poem song or said
Words are the direction
That have led
To everything
Till death
Do us part
And left
In the skulls breath
I sound a loud sigh pen
Dipped in the ink of a ***** tip
I slip into the myth
That somehow things will shift
Into a life lived fair of gifts
But after all this
my prayer
Is for the Lord to have mercy on my lips
For every word said lusted and kissed
Please take your foot off of my head
I don't understand what I've read
Or the illusions of choices and consequences
I pray for cents and sense
Knowledge and death if meant
The writing on the wall bled
A heaven sent message
Your value interprets nothing
Sorry but your blessing was left
Waiting for my guessing
And faith was trust in someones who is dead
But lives in a spiritual existence separate heaven where everything is better than the earths habits and preventions
Lifes extension or the mention of another world
Suspended there's a narrow gate entrance
For mini camels and the best blessed
Warning! However

You may not fit