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..Acuity-Spiritual Depravation...
Spiritual Deprevation I sit in this cage, three blocks of grey, 1 row of steel, no conversation No stimulation for the mind, no allowance for religion, that’s my deprevation One belief is given prescedent, that the dictator is the lord, he is the faith I cannot adjust, deduct, Christ from my thoughts, abort bible preachings as a retort If caught practising his teachings, im deprived of food and water, of sunlight This is my plight, survive in spite of religion, or die a martyr in ma deathrow like plight It’s a catch 22 in a different form, I wonder if I can afford to abandon the path now I’ve spent my life devoted to Jesus Of Nazareth, at birth in mind I took a vow Christened Acuity, now imprisoned for my beliefs, should I tolerate my spiritual neglection Malcolm X didn’t. Ghandi didn’t, Shaka Zulu didn’t, Irish Catholics were unrelenting They give me inspiration, to stand firm at my hearts station and not stop or drop Not to be silenced by an oppressive force that tells me what I say about creation is wrong As it challenges their premise for power,my anger I will vent, that shall come in time So I keep ma rhymes concise and precise, enabling me to worship within my mind If I cant express ma faith on the outside, then ill express it on the inside with no contestation As these people cant take away what I keep in there and ensue to spiritual depravation So in elation I know I will die at some random undestined moment ma life will end Although short, I have served the lord, 27 years since the doctor cut my umbilical But im glowing, knowing my place in perfection is reserved and biblical and magical My prays with the lord are heavenly debates, angelic conversations This weight and tide of prejudice cannot persist with continuing spiritual deprevation -Acuity- |
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hmmmmmm im not quite sure what to think.. the imagery and vocab were on point.. and this piece kinda reminded me as though.. the man/women reciting it was just speaking almost with no emotion.. like a very blunt story teller.. it hit me in a weird way. im not sure how i feel about it.. i'll read over again.. and leave more feed..
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