~2017
The Devil had gotten a hold of my mama
And knocked me down.
The Devil I hadn't realized had won,
Until somehow I had backed down
Out and away,
From the temptations of defeat.
For I had been on my back weeping,
And it struck me by whom,
That I could channel these emotions into music.
Transformed, the Devil's grip lost restraint,
But hovers so.
A Muse in an Underworld. I vow not to remain lost forever. The outline of a tunnel,
Has me grasping with wing-ed claws to the Earth once more; reaching out of the depths of Hell,
In this plain assimilation of a 2017 version of us. On "Earth".
But this is not who we are, is it?
God, an outstretched hand in the sky- an invisible force of love and compassion as an ultimate wisdom in all things.
Some of us are born without what others have. Defunct. I am without you, oh Lord. Simple Nature beholden to constraints. I am without the love I wish the world could have. And yet, I know, that it is here in me. Wishing somehow, that it were greater. Wishing somehow, that it was not as small as the love of individual, messed up man. But....who am I to judge more perfect a creation than anything I have ever made? I am no one. Simply now, I must observe then in its reverence and learn from it, by such logic.
Some would say, however, that my logic is flawed. I fail to agree with them, by their definitions, but will always submit to a "Wiser authority". Is this not the nature of Love and Humility together?
When the Devil grasps those that are close to me, I then become like It- whatever "it" is.
I retain now my power to defy this Devil by seeing it where it is. I am the power of God, and that is the relationship and reminder that I know. It is the Devil that tells me I am lesser, and so I pinched myself awake once more, from yet another tranced dream.
A tunnel.
Hell.
And a single perception, of hopelessness.
So I let the light in,
And all shadows were cast away.
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