Intended for chilling spines, defining the lines I wrote, procrastination delays us, betraying claiming we broke, high stressing when you're dissecting cause that direction gets sued, and sewing can't keep us flowing cause that's disposing the clues, my soul is chosen for blues, how can I tell it's true, cause in the mirror I picture imprinted scripture induced, my will chill never truce, seems I'm losing my brain, but pain can never detain a troop that shoots it in vein.