Cosmic Tension

You will hear logic mentioned That cosmic tension from myself created by God omniscient meaning He's All - seeing, cognizant. No somnambulism. He never sleeps. His Words of Wisdom forever speaks, so it's better to seek Him for His treasures deep. What little I have. I give it. If I said it, I lived. I'm Multitalented in challenges, gifted to spit this and balance it to where it's terrific. Monday through Thursday, it's worth the wait - the wordplay I circulate as you thirst away for what will percolate on your birth date. If I offend, just know from this end as a friend, I wont make it a trend. Cause then things will have to be settled like men. Translation: for you that could be grim. My patience is always thin. I do unto others before they do unto me. Sin knocks at my door. I let it in. We make small talk like times before, we grin. Next thing you know, I'm pinned down to the floor with aggression within. Press rewind and begin. Everyday this repeats all over again. Between sanity and insanity, the line is very thin. And please don't try to make like you can't identify with what I said. Some of you have much worse thoughts coarsing through your heads. I have been done so wrong, I wished I was dead. Cut off life support. Ignore the light on the screens over my bed. I did my best, prayerfully I did well enough that I can avoid Hell and be granted the good stuff. But alas, I still breathe. I can still achieve. It's according to what I believe. Through this life I will weave. Prayerfully I won't be deceived. Let us all receive what life has to offer us as we proceed to do all of this with celebration and prayers to whom the Author is. I could have easily stopped there for which I was not prepared because I feel people are not aware that God, our Papa Bear has lots to share and many are still thinking they have a cross to bear. See! That's where you lost me there. You say you do it because Christ did it. Okay if Christ did it, I'm sure he was nice with it. For it to be authentic, throw in some whips with knives in it and have somebody Roman take your life with it. Watch your soul plummet to Hell, you done it and eternally punished yourself. You are sons of who burdens themselves. Certainly not sons from a virgin expelled. The serpents of Hell excel searching the trails of persons that fell, extremely hurtin' and frail. If devils see a cute prostitute propped on her stoop, they'll stop and salute. Baby, you hot, hop in the coupe. They'll keep on knocking the boots, poppin' her fruit and if she gets knocked up with soup, she gets dropped from the loop. This she swore she was not gonna do, but things have gone out of proportion. She didn't take the necessary precautions, so it's another nameless soul in Heaven because of an abortion. Such a misfortune because she was straight As and got waylaid by Day Day with a hit and an elusive payday. Now she's "MayDay, Mayday", going down well before her HeyDays. Now all of a sudden, I'm handsome. My one bedroom flat is a mansion. If she sees a female relative, she throwing tantrums. I could tell y'all truly this could be my anthem. But suffice it to say, I gotta keep being a a man son. God bless you and I'm ghost like a phantom.