I need Jesus.
There is an aftermath–
Not realizing Kims die, leukemia, blood clot, vegetable—life support, prevention, before
Not realizing Vlads die, depression, friends, hung, prevention, after
Not realizing in sin we all ( d i e)
Yes, we think it’s far, this death
And is it really simple to say “I need Jesus”?
When Drugs, Alcohol, Sex (in that order?) usurp as an illusion of freedom?
The rulers of self stupidity
How do you forgive yourself?
How do I forgive myself?
With saliva wasteful words.
I’m sorry I’m the deliverer of Y O U R news
Reality: Walking, running, dying alone
Being beyond the gateway,
Only the angels to protest the
Lights, the
Shouts, the
Sleep, the deprived sleep
Dresses making you shatter to pieces
Sick, wounded, hurt— just ill
Torn emotions—can you remember?
Finding new masks in someone else—You drunk
Do you feel fulfilled?
Your purpose gone
Un n o t i c e d
In some twisted way, the lights, the shouts
Shout against you, just Die along
Catalyzing that process, much?
STOP!
Frustration is the element,
No zinc
No sulfur
No potassium
No tungsten
No roentgenium
GOLD?
YES! Give us GOD sowecansurvive
soyoucanweep, really, the liquor from your system
I’m sorry I don’t comprehend this–
frustration
interruption
bad days
good follow then bad
more good than bad
Drinks.
But I smell his shirt and his shirt
his shirt smells like disaster
Know the feeling?
Literally and analytically upset–
the sensation in which everything is surrounded
by a pack of futile butterflies.
The sheep killing rush where–
Y
O
U
Are the sheep and
YOU
Are that homicidal psycho, loser
It’s the science of death catalyzed
into a recognized bloomy school…
–ground zero’s location’s traffic jam making me so…so
Ill
I need Jesus.
I have not collapsed into the fluid cycle, submissively
But I dwell in the now, and it’s hard to keep on paddling away, should I submit?
These booty-trapped minds enslaved by possible capsules shocking me
Turning me ill
And sickly, I sit on the earth’s trash vomiting it all
Loving this campus life, not realizing the effects of its aftermath
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Loving a lie, not realizing in Adam all die
Loving a lie, not realizing in Adam all die
Loving a lie, not realizing in Adam all die
Loving a lie, not realizing in Adam all die
- Lauryn Hill, “The Mystery of Iniquity”
