Harper

wrong she’s obsessed with an offset

wrong she’s obsessed with a reset 

wrong she’s obsessed:

with rejecting His Truth

with neglecting His Proof

with regretting choosing to lose

the path to wrong math: 

two strands aftermath

will never be the see 

to His Craft

wrong she refuses to lose this ruse 

seeing and believing 

wrong she’s not for this he

fuses this ruse to continue 

the weed that bleeds this wrong song throng 

to press play in decay & confuse 

the grim in this slim 

continues to grow dim

wrong she’s in present time 

this life is a suffocating strife 

wrong she’s no longer stronger

as best last first bite 

this he let go 

of this chaotic, robotic, and toxic show 

wrong she’s obsessed with an offset

wrong she’s obsessed with a reset 

wrong she’s obsessed:

with rejecting His Truth

with neglecting His Proof

with regreting choosing to lose

the path to wrong math: 

two strands aftermath

will never be the see 

to His Craft 

no amount of serving 

will permanently block 

this stopwatch clock curving

to keep the cheap lemonade 

rewinding this he’s mind 

in a looped isolated troop of time

this two strands quicksand 

is no longer where this he stands 

this he chooses to lose flesh

with his continual confess 

as this he reflects 

no longer stronger in neglect 

this he let go of this suffocating show

this he saw wrong she’s chaotic claws 

could no longer sink 

as this he’s drunkenness think

this he let go 

of this chaotic, robotic, and toxic show 

wrong she’s obsessed with an offset

wrong she’s obsessed with a reset 

wrong she’s obsessed:

with rejecting His Truth

with neglecting His Proof

with regretting choosing to lose

the path to wrong math: 

two strands aftermath

will never be the see 

to His Craft

the alcohol drowned out truth

this he’s now sober and choosing His Proof

that ugly backwards hat 

was wrong she’s rebellious zealous spat 

was a weed this wrong she feeds

to be the need in flesh bleed

was wrong she’s gauge

in this he’s caged rage 

in the funk of non stop drunkenness

to feed this wrong she’s foe stage

keeping him grim, slim, and trim

this wrong she is no doctor

through this he’s pockets

drunkenness was this he’s visual sockets

and supposed to stop him from fleeing

this he was forever supposed to see

press play in decay & drunk agreeing 

by wrong she’s toxic, chaotic, and robotic 

believing lying, dying, and fake stake crying

confusion was this wrong she’s 

infusion for this he’s pale scales 

this he let go 

of this chaotic, robotic, and toxic show 

wrong she’s obsessed with an offset

wrong she’s obsessed with a reset 

wrong she’s obsessed:

with rejecting His Truth

with neglecting His Proof

with regretting choosing to lose

the path to wrong math: 

two strands aftermath

will never be the see 

to His Craft

sip sip drip drip sniff sniff 

in the dip of mixed drinks

this he was always supposed to sink

in intoxication and hesitated penetration 

thinks of sinking drinking 

alcohol and drugs are no longer this he’s plug

the sike and spikes of kool-aid

as this odored wrong she cheap lemonade

the stench is no longer drenched or clenched

in this he’s empty space of worldly leap

because this wrong she is a cheap creep

and no longer the flee to see 

the milk was free

she who findeth not he

as a replace of corruptive confetti

only God can set all free 

hurt to have worth 

in this he’s flesh god facades 

Jesus rejected mixed drinks 

on the Cross of Calvary

this he let go 

of this chaotic, robotic, and toxic show

 wrong she’s obsessed with an offset

wrong she’s obsessed with a reset 

wrong she’s obsessed:

with rejecting His Truth

with neglecting His Proof

with regretting choosing to lose

the path to wrong math: 

two strands aftermath

will never be the see 

to His Craft

wrong she wanted 

this he forever loss

lust was never supposed 

to become a wrap up rust of dust 

this he was never supposed to see

this wrong she was always aligned 

and designed as temporary 

wrong she’s time is no longer rewind 

regardless of the enforced 

coursed ceremonial drunkenness beeline

in that legalized and hypnotized 

hit it and quit it misfit

this he let go 

of this chaotic, robotic, and toxic show 

wrong she’s obsessed with an offset

wrong she’s obsessed with a reset 

wrong she’s obsessed:

with rejecting His Truth

with neglecting His Proof

with regretting choosing to lose

the path to wrong math: 

two strands aftermath

will never be the see 

to His Craft

pride cannot hide the weed of lies 

quietly, violently, and silently inside 

wrong she’s choosing to lose in aloof

wrong she’s pathological lying 

is rapidly dying 

and her foe crying 

is no longer the manipulation 

vanished in ablation by God 

this wrong hue of two will never be true

wrong she is now lame, shamed, and tame 

in the stark, dark, or no spark night community

now an alienation by God 

from joining that phony unity 

wrong she is not stronger

as the wrong she flesh god facade to this he

this he is sharper 

because of His Prophetic Harper 

it’s year three now 

this he sees knees need to bow 

three strands will never be quicksand 

he + He + her

will always be His Stir

this he let go 

of this chaotic, robotic, and toxic show 

wrong she’s obsessed with an offset

wrong she’s obsessed with a reset 

wrong she’s obsessed:

with rejecting His Truth

with neglecting His Proof

with regretting choosing to lose

the path to wrong math: 

two strands aftermath

will never be the see 

to His Craft

full circle of sharper Harper 

year three is now 

the bow from t-shirt ‘deliver me’

this he’s hurt is no longer with no worth

this he’s pain now has gain by God 

this he rejects flesh god facade

wrong she is dip six

wrong she’s lies cannot hide or fix 

what’s no longer stronger inside 

wrong weeds bleed out 

despite wrong she’s pouts and shouts

wrong she will continue to be 

God’s see as this two strand quicksand 

this seven year aged difference

will always be 

God’s see of cage raged worldly inference 

wrong she’s obsessed with an offset

wrong she’s obsessed with a reset 

wrong she’s obsessed:

with rejecting His Truth

with neglecting His Proof

with regretting choosing to lose

the path to wrong math: 

two strands aftermath

will never be the see 

to His Craft

God wants this he to keep walking forward

wrong she will never catch 

this he’s march or match 

in this he’s freedom strides 

of godly humbling prideful rides 

from the wilderness in wrong she’s snout 

this he sees

this he is now free

to flee from wrong she’s drinks

from wrong she’s winks

from wrong she’s sinking thinks 

to flee from wrong she’s 

screeching leeching humming 

in lustily rusty drumming 

sip sip drip drip sniff sniff 

this he no longer 

presses play in stronger 

winking thinking sinking drunken whiffs

this wrong she needs to receive

this he’s shift and drift 

wrong she’s obsessed with an offset

wrong she’s obsessed with a reset 

wrong she’s obsessed:

with rejecting His Truth

with neglecting His Proof

with regretting choosing to lose

the path to wrong math: 

two strands aftermath

will never be the see 

to His Craft

he + He + her

will always be His Stir 

aimez vos côtes bleu vous attend

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