Praise when you wake up an pray before you sleep the days get old fragile an weak but not the spirit inside of me Falacies surround me like planets have gravity in these galaxies an I’m frantically asking for forgiveness for my blasphemies prayer hands established while I switch from standing on my feet to falling on my knees hoping YAH grants me peace an strength an pull me from out my grief an fishes me out of the sea of misery of the ocean were I b swimming Biblical prophecy promptly approaching apocalyptic anomalies it’s headed in one direction no question about it Honestly there is no stoping the air keeps feeling up till the balloon is popping They tell me don’t go fast are you might crash But what they don’t know is the faster I go it all slows like I’m pouring some molasses into a glass these thoughts should be chizzled on a stone tablet I learned from my hurt can I make the 11th commandment? Damn it I reak of havoc Smell like trouble My bad patterns i create doesn’t tell-the-scope(telescope) of my madness not even the huble can see the origins of my struggle it’s staggering the way I have fractioned my thoughts in every facet my mind shattered into fragments that are smaller then atoms