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Cyclone Jan 2020
Funny how the simplest concept can be the one hardest handled by people, you, me, him, all we equal, faith is important, having none is lethal, it's a true thing, passion burning right in a blue flame, it's the suggestions the enemy will try to clang on your mind, hear Creflo Dollar say that one more time, fears and tears are nothing but an evil lie, how can you, see the words that brings you out the truth, when you just brought down by a burning roof, it's my conception, that the devil will make suggestions, organize my eyes perception, so I can find my way, out this roughness that brings a darker day, see me stand with vivid plans and hear me say, for today no suggestions testing why I feel this way.
Cyclone Jan 2020
My friends keep coming and going, I take it regular, solitary sadness and madness won't heat my temperature, one's who next to you, hold interest in different things so don't you chase em, befriend the crowd of believers and then replace em, we all don't know our own fate so don't you race em, keep it mandatory, that you will always be explanatory, your amongst the wise that opened eyes and ran to glory in the deep, so you got protection when you go to sleep, them demons screaming you don't hear a peep, no toss and turning, you learning while earning peace all up in your sheets, the gift of life is the greatest feat, so when they come and go, just turn your cheek on them just like before, the life of struggles what they settled for, so while you getting more, they'll know that faith was the way to soar.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Head down, eyes closed, now try to take hold of foes opposing what you know, now feel the cold blows go through your legs and arms, if scripture was the deed of you, they will be alarmed, once you are harmed, watch the tears cry from all the nations, it was the hatred that you tasting through this congregation, and now the spacing be a few days before you rise again, caught up in the wind, promising return when it is the end from the pain and sin, was this just a message from within, no this Christ position, that I was listing and now you vision purified and true defined instant, after you had been crucified on Earth finished to a new beginning.
Cyclone Jan 2020
It's far to seal, must my hands have to scar and ****, to spark the pill, who's elements make this pestilence deal, with what is real, dealt with surreal, but I can feel, my hearts not healed, what's soon revealed is that this is steel, that I tried to peel, my bones get broke from the turning wheel, that churns the meal, that's made for minds that knew the real, problem in this drill, that ******* us tight now we are still, handed the bill, now in debt for life, we never chill.
Cyclone Jan 2020
I paint a picture of superior sequencing, mission is the chronological order of us finishing this lifestyle- they give to me and you, but will we all get through, the selective service of the book of life dissed me and missed you, start running for the tissue, it fits you- but not me, but falling to the floor will only judge me as a copy, I write the- poetical, perpetual, textual to destroy the federal, intellectual in my alphabetical, so you know I lecture to let you know where I stand through this concept, my words aren't mine yet, hope I can work my ability cause it's killing me- to not flex my biceps, slice it then dice it to re-sacrifice it, now with this I like it, only to get the strength to revise it, and give a fine deposit.
Cyclone Jan 2020
The air I breathe is a breed, words I read are a seed, I proceed as I lead, fiends that are high on ****, men who plead, make a deed, to intrigue to be freed, what they need is what I heed, caught in greed it was agreed, that they grieve while others leave, hate in eyes is my pet peeve, ask them who they do believe, a blank response, their will achieved.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Never would I dream of a scene of questioning faith with a second thought, It's probably like when you just rot, caught in the devil's ***, never got the meaning when I hear the free man dream in tongues, but I know his pain, and where all his strain approached him from, stung by the splinter who's sting was only meant to make me fear, but only fear I should have is towards the one that put me here, took all my pedigree, steadily as the years goes by, and once it levels to zero that's when my life goes by, I'm only choosing, abusing initial thoughts I had, so respect the lessons from questions of faith that I would ask, then whoop my *** when pop blast flash the aftermath, I always questioned my faith from all those thoughts I had!
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