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"This Is What I See"
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VERSE ONE
I’ve never mentioned the tension that resides because I hide my lies/
I pride in size of heart and I can be deceiving when I disguise my eyes/
I will never try to cry but the motions of emotion release in my soul/
It freezes from cold and has me wonder if I’ll be deceased when I’m old/
I try to leave it alone but it comes back like a never ending nightmare/
A stained mark in a place so dark like God is never sending light there/
As a member lending my prayers this constant stress is killing me slowly/
This stress from the strife tends to question my life of feeling so holy/
It’s revealing my soul see and I wonder if this religion is a contradiction/
I set out on a mission but I have my doubts with a smidgen of prediction/
I will listen to the diction but how can something not proven be real/
I’ve read every book ducked deaths every look until the truth is revealed/
I look at youth as a deal to show what is possible during any given lifetime/
Don’t get me wrong I’m a Catholic but I’ve committed many sins in my prime/
But if I live will I climb to a place that is unseen by all of earth’s walkers/
We were born to meet death but I contest I will not fall to birth’s stalker/
God’s a great listener but a worse talker I wish he would show me a sign/
Before I slowly decline with this headache of thought putting holes in my mind/
You act solely like mimes and that right there is exactly what leads me to wonder/
Proceed from down under but my facts are as crooked as shapes I see before thunder/ /
VERSE TWO
The amount of comfort had dropped several levels when I first went to church/
Rehearsed at his perch the preacher spoke of a solvent for the thirst that I searched/
What I found worst in his verse was the great amount of compassion-that he had/
He said fashion was a fad and we are here by Jesus, all this passion made me sad/
Remember askin to my mom ‘’how can he be so sure that this is the way to live?’’/
"Son, you must have faith to live, you are young and will sin but God may forgive"/
My eyes glistened as I listened to the preacher as he spoke stories of fantasy/
Such as gory-dismantling, beasts and angels made me think the story was damaging/
It got boring while channeling the images were things I had only seen on screens/
As a young teen too clean this man seemed kind and never spoke obscene or mean/
Nothing was linking when I was thinking I felt uneasy in my chair-I was-sinking/
My dad stared-at me winking but my eyes response was just a pair that was blinking/
The session was new as the lesson got through I went home and tried to get involved/
Got my mind to sit and solve when mom handed me a bible the guide to get it resolved/
And then it did evolve into me searching for answers such as what is after-death?/
This book was the only answer left and taught me that one person had crafted breath/
At that early age this book did give looks into what I could expect when I died/
As I selected the guide I tried to follow standards which seemed correct to abide/
God had respect to provide and this one manual gave me a glance at a reason/
As I advance and I season it shows-clear with no fear and no chances of treason//
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