For half of the time it takes for the world to turn, my world has been turned upside down.
The hope of it returning to it’s percieved image of right is as hopeless as a ghost town.
The Almighty in the mind of whomever wishes to be in contact with Her,
Leaves me confused and blurred, influenced by the much too forced liquor.
But this substance is not seen with any cone or rod,
The One who enforces it is believed to be an act of whom some refer to as God.
To put it in simple terms, your successor’s God is not the same as mine.
You see a man, powerful. Seeing other’s as not meeting a status of sublime.
I see the superior one as a spirit in us all, feminine touch, surrounding the atmosphere,
So, those wishes you label prayers, along with the air we breathe, once said, will dissappear.
False hopes and lost recognition, this unjust world is crumbling in on itself.
Those that recognize this may not end up like the others on what seems like a forgotten shelf.
Too high to see upon, too far away for pity, welcome to the land of sky tinted waters.
redemptionmn 