Sin

her eyes silently cry 

her lips kiss the hiss of curses

being angry doesn’t help

the he God says is for me

me is the her

in God’s Stir

he + He + her

ran to the band

in the land of quicksand 

apart of the ugly heart 

known as the night 

no unity community 

running doesn’t help 

there’s a sensitivity

and a humility 

to fight for the light

in what’s right

and the courage 

to lose the ruse

to refuse the fuse 

of the coldly not boldly world

her crying is in vain

her lungs are crushed with shame

to be attached to this ugly match

Isaiah sixty-six points to fix

her position in her condition 

that believes and receives 

her pain has no gain

everyday is a decay

of a star so far

that points in

a hurt with no worth 

in a day called yesterday,

which is a switch 

that satan will always permit

the delay 

in pressing play

of disobey in conforming 

to lose the ruse

to refuse the fuse 

of the coldly not boldly world

this painful truth 

sucks the life out of youth

in the ministries of worldly histories 

like that no unity 

night community 

in that building 

that has no godly wings

being replayed in dismay 

disobey 

decay

and delay 

to never connect 

the gift in the switch 

in our present known as today 

the book of revelations 

is prophetic declarations 

to anchor His Chosen 

to not feed the weed 

of lying needs in broken 

this he that God says is for me

is in a decay of yesterday 

legally stocked as the stuffed 

robotic, chaotic, and toxic 

weak not meek jock

who can legalize lies

but made a switch 

in the fiscal pitch 

running deeper &

weaker in the worldly abyss

the same lies that man 

stands in quicksand 

is where this he 

who God says is for me

chooses to lose

in the refuse 

to end this ruse 

of pretend with a she

that will never ever be me 

no amount of drunkenness

can change the truth

there’s no God 

in this facade

no amount of drunkenness 

can replace the space 

of empty in this best 

last first bite 

scheming & stifling

defiling lying life 

with this ‘man created’ wife

the hit it and quit it misfit

did not change His Truth

the hit it and quit it misfit 

does not change His Proof

the hit it and quit it misfit

with the gestures of pressures

that arranged this deranged 

mr. & mrs. misconception

in this no holy matrimonial deception

this he’s verbal tactics are systematic

this she who’s not me is drunk on money

not funny, because this she sees 

this he’s never going 

to bring the money honey

this she just eats 

this he’s bird regurgitated 

crumped meat given

because this she’s cow was free

so this he, can softly & schematic 

subtract romance with an act

she swallows in a glutton hallow

this she who’s not me 

is radioactive from the damage

of being a savage 

with she who findeth not he

when as a woman

there’s a committee that knows 

how to go and grow in stillness 

to choose to lose the world and wait

because God is the only man 

that can truly teach and reach 

his daughters hands to 

never be stronger 

any longer in the quicksand of man

Jesus is the first bridegroom 

as a daughter that will never lose to

this he decays in this messy disobey

money isn’t better honey

lonely has no price tag 

pain can’t be jet lagged 

no amount of horses 

can change the courses 

of the suffocating sin

in that secretive saddlebag

drinking doesn’t take

away the decay of thinking 

drinking doesn’t make 

the sway stop 

from wicked winking

sinking in the legs of another 

the legs of another 

isn’t enough either brother

because the cause of 

depression is suppression 

of the hinderance

in the deliverance 

known as surrender 

cheating isn’t leaving 

leaving isn’t cheating 

lying still creates 

dying permeated kinks 

of drenched sin 

no one wins 

this he cries on the inside

this he flees from godly as

mr. & mrs. misconception

in this no holy matrimonial deception

this he’s verbal tactics are systematic

this she who’s not me is drunk on money

in the facade of rings

this she laughs at days that sting 

not days to come

because this she is numb 

not funny, because this she 

is not this he’s honey, 

even after the title upgrade

this she just eats 

this he’s crump’s meat  

because this she’s cow was free

far before this no holy matrimony 

so this he, can softly & schematic 

subtract romance with 

a rift rotational act

this he has a plethora 

of euphoria empty whack lies

this she sees as fine wine 

cognoscenti in month twenty

the hype died instantly

this she tried rejuvenating

a popularity that is only for this he  

still, this she rides a wave

in a cave as cheap thrills

the mrs. title 

changed nothing on the inside 

this she’s stone heart

is running after this he 

in name, lame, and shame only

this she is rich in the stench of lonely

this she who’s not me 

is radioactive 

from the laundry list of damage

in being a lifetime 

drug infested alcoholic savage 

with she who findeth not he marriage

two broken souls 

like this he and this she

who will never be seen

as three strands or His Stir

they will always be 

two strand quicksand 

they will always 

be cold

never bold

always old

because sin will never win

only God can heal

by accepting what cannot be concealed 

by walking in that talking of godly reveal

he + He + her

will always be God’s Stir 

so surrender 

let go to grow 

and cancel this ungodly show

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