corruption of love

(poem.2)

We made it through the first leg of the plague

Now we prep for the famine

I’m not afraid of the spaceships

It’s the racist with grenades

That I examine

I disengage from the maze

I don’t cooperate to grow in indecency

To operate at a low frequency

I give praise to the Ancient of Days That I’m saved and still standing

I’m not enslaved to the ways of mammon

My heart is brave So when I start to stray I know it’s because I’m trapped inside The lack of my understanding My speech can reach beneath the surface To chase away your fear These verses aggravates despair But activates purpose I pray my poem becomes art therapy A deep feeling when you hear it Each lyric is a healing exhibit What I spoke is exquisite Seldom explicit Holy Ghost you are welcome to visit I’m thankful you didn’t allow The enemy to get to me And for the victory over the wicked Your not the author of confusion