Confetti

times up, there’s no luck

the time in rewind 

no longer binds

wrong she is stuck

pressing play in yesterday 

no longer feeds 

the seeds in dismay

the cling to decay

no longer appeals 

the feel to disobey 

respect the reject 

for stressing in caressing 

this wrong she’s confessing 

it is solitary confinement

& will never be His Alignment 

kool-aid is not wine

the lick in this pick

is an isolated stick

the lie in die 

can no longer 

press play in stronger

he’s true, it’s not wrong she

wrong she presses play 

in the decay of confetti

confetti cannot replace

the space of empty 

the community knew 

this night unity 

will never be true 

blue times two 

is the path 

to correct math

wrong she will flee

in this spadix spathe 

putting the end 

in this pretend 

wrong she pauses 

the causes of this pending be

God will always see His Stir

he + He + her

the fooler 

is being fooled

the plotted accusal way

is wrong she bamboozled decay

now there’s stings   

to this fire red lead ring

the dismiss is

a deliberate diss

flesh god facades 

will never be bigger 

than the triggers of God

wrong she’s ways 

are the loops 

in this two point missed hoop

of yesterday’s marks 

in the reel of peeling dark

will never be His Spark

two strands in this land

wasn’t His Stand

only Three Strands

makes His Kingdom Band

wrong she presses play 

in the decay of confetti

confetti cannot replace

the space of empty 

the community knew 

this night unity 

will never be true 

silence is oppression

in this themed no confessions

it’s mean, lean and glean

it’s feeding the weeds of ms. 17

also known as wrong she

now His son sees  

so many lessons

learned and earned 

blue times two 

is the path 

to correct math

wrong she will flee

in this spadix spathe 

pale scales eventually fail

reject the prospect of prevail

time to say 

the delay in this haze 

is a cheap lemonade daze

press stop in this clock

of mazed muted salute

this screeching squawk

is a horned hawk

see His Thorn

press play in His Reborn

today press reject

in His ongoing Protect 

press play in today

of His Hidden Details

rejecting the delay

from tightly in nightly 

selecting His Obey

wrong she cries are all lies 

& will always result 

in the cult of demise

singing now stings

Be Still from this tranquil

God will be 

the See in His Testify 

God objects 

time to protect 

His sons intellect

to press play 

in today Fly 

not yesterday’s die

the lens of pretend 

is now a full 

pull of the end 

this cancerous show 

is no longer flowing in go

confetti will never move 

the groove of empty 

only God will

press play on His Gill

Be Still

aimez vos côtes bleu

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