History

History is a made up mystery 

in a trajectory that’s secondary.

Humans’ stress to never confess

what brings us in a space of 

deep disgrace that’s cheap, 

and creeping distress.

Humans’ minds fight to play

the decay, and delay of a rewind 

in time so the enemy proceeds 

in making the stake of fake 

make us bleed with broken need. 

These broken needs are wrong weed

seeds, that mislead us in a direction

of unsatisfactory suffocation, so that 

the ugly backwards hat dedication 

is a spat of disobedience. Disobedience 

is a complexity of greed to misread 

the lie to succeed: worldly coldly 

not boldly in pride that swells inside.

History is a made up mystery 

in a trajectory that’s secondary.

Humans’ stress to never confess

what brings us in a space of 

deep disgrace that’s cheap, 

and creeping distress.

Humans’ lie due to the hue called pride.

Humans’ smile when their life is a trial,

that became a lane of shame; because 

the pause in His Cause feels like a peel

to reveal, and not fight to stay in the light

of the creator who makes us better

together forever. 

Instead, we flee with the enemy. 

It’s not okay my best friend 

is stuck in a day

that’s a decay of yesterday.

It’s not okay that my best friend 

hurts and doesn’t see 

there’s gain in her pain.

It’s not okay that my best friend 

thinks and sinks 

believing obedience is not a win.

My best friend sees obedience is sin.

It’s not okay that you God 

keep showing my best friend 

a man that makes her feel

like a reel of quicksand. 

None of this is okay.

It’s not okay that my best friend 

is tripped up by the hiccups 

of those two humans that 

choose to lose in the lies 

that make them die on the inside, 

because pride hides the misguide to abide in. 

It’s not okay that past hurts 

make my best friend believe 

she’s unworthy, and not her true beauty

that God sees or I see. 

It’s okay that a broken 

society and community 

made my best friend 

believe no one would 

truly be there for her.

That’s why I didn’t want us to go to 

our old church. 

I knew the brokenness would 

forever change my best friend, 

and then you added 

those broken dudes 

that choose to lose

in the ruses they get abused in. 

Sinning will never be godly winning 

yet it’s the dedication to 

press send in pretend.

My best friend wants a new testimony.

I want a new testimony. 

Those idiotic guys are lying rhymes 

that want to lose in refuse: 

so be the ruse abused. 

That’s cool you’re both fools. 

Fools that return to vomit 

like a flesh god facade hobbit 

and false prophets 

in no unity night communities. 

We choose to lose

the world: boldly not coldly 

maturely in love.

Love is found bound from Above. 

History is a made up mystery 

in a trajectory that’s secondary.

Humans’ stress to never confess

what brings us in a space of 

deep disgrace that’s cheap, 

and creeping distress.

History is a cult that defuses lies

that make the stake of fake break us inside,

with pride that misguides the pile

of pale scales we choose to lose 

in prevail, where we fail 

and fall in the pitfalls 

of the enemy so

we continue to flee 

with, and talk a walk

called sleepwalking 

from our God given destiny. 

Wrongdoings are satan’s fine tuning 

to refuse God and His Way,

in the Obey of Today.

The Obey of Today

is the only way

we will ever be

better together 

or be set free finally. 

Unity is a community 

of godly humanity 

for all the world to see,

and be set free from satan’s history.

History will always be the language 

to make us as humans’ flee 

blindly with the enemy forever in misery.

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