It seems that my addiction to the affliction is the problem
I figured the illustrious exchange from my addiction to the prescription would solve it
The expired quagmire of the heroic journey of my desire
My soul is tried and grown tired of the constant search for the light which seemingly beams only to me
It seems as if the darkness only respects the fire
In a tip toed stance I stretch out my hands
His hand is my only destination
In my interpreted depiction of Michaelango’s creation
i stretch forth
Yet at times I feel like my pursuit is rather trivial
Like if I don’t follow the text at my best I’m still cynical
No matter how much I try to best my best at residual biblical
I don’t know how to vest the test of getting near to you
My outer inner court feels hypocritical
Because my inner distorts my aortic flow
My ventricle sentinel acts like he knows
But astray he goes when the confession slows
And as confessing as confession goes
I can’t direct, produce and star in the show
All I have is my breathe
YHWH wasn’t Your name
But the closest they could come to inhale your life and exhaling their death
I’ve studied the characteristics of Titus
To walk upright as the righteous
For you Lord ordains my steps
So everytime I step out of line
It’s Perichoresis with The Divine
I struggle with my humanity
You love me in the depths of my insanity
For as far as perfection goes
You perfect me through woes and calamity
Sorrow would be better borrowed
Instead of a destination for tomorrow
Yet in my shoes of peace I plant my feet
And hold my shield up high
For the flaming arrows feel many
My sword, though optically thinning
Is lifted victorious to the sky
As sure as the pain palpitates in my chest
It’s protected by my righteousness
My helmet helps the heaviness subside
You God are Good and in the affliction of this addiction I choose to abide
