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“Then he added, “Now go and learn the meaning of this Scripture: ‘I want you to show mercy, not offer sacrifices.’ For I have come to call not those who think they are righteous, but those who know they are sinners.””
‭‭Matthew‬ ‭9‬:‭13‬ ‭

I think I can do it lowkey 
If I could just cut off the head of the demon 
That leaves me with discipline until it is opportune to return 
with its single minded consumption
I was so close yesterday. 
I was assigned a quota months and months ago 
That I’ve not once been able to truly follow 
This cycle of getting used to winning 
Until I am reckless 
And from recklessness 
Irritations, Blames 
The sheer contempt of pure mental competition. 
It is truly the cesspool of blindness 
It is difficult to believe
But it either tempts me or perhaps encourages me 
God seems indifferent 
Likely because it isn’t executed properly 


I have a dream lined up it seems already 
I’ve dreamt nothing
It has been almost a month 

(I’d be most grateful, even if you happened to find a creative reign on this world first. Because, I wouldn’t say I’d entirely accept that reality)

It seems to coax me into the fact I am a small thing 
Or at least as I could be perceived
I pray that value may change 
It is better to be seen as small 
For there will be a day where I am irrevocably large 
Yet silent, small as I was ought to be treated 
Dragging our bloody, ego centric God given bodies 
To Christ

—“the preexistent ones, without allowing them to mingle with those who had come into being through a vision of the figures before him.”

There is much gold. But what use is gold if I cannot bring myself the will to buy?

Trust me, in saying this I have become blue.
Proverb 19:19
A fool can be brought up 
But a prideful man must go down 
To go up
As far as I know 
That was your role

THERE IS A WAY THAT APPEARS RIGHT, BUT IS WRONG. 

Do not denounce those who suffer their desires 
Rule over it 
Just rule over them  
For his rule is a good ruling 
Discern
These ones, need the help

**** was great at this 
So great in fact
That God hated it wasn’t in my own name
So great she locked me down after I perceived the future, which was thought the present at that time 

It is as if you rack up debt against them 
Notating evidence 
Keep reigns 
They’ll worry about the money they have left 
Or they will lose all the money they have
Translate the body as if you couldn’t fathom their desires 
In a way that they must always explain themselves 
Hearts are found this way 
And with his eyes 
You begin understanding why one is this, another is that 

The more you attract the truth, selling in order to buy 
For truth is true economy 
The more you have to make your ultimatums, your spiritual decisions.

——

If I were, per chance, to consciously articulate 
The bandaid verse 
Without disclosing the nature of my first memorable dream apart from early childhood — (missing) 
We would know now 
That the “healing” going around 
Is foolishness 
At glance 
But it is 
Pure Nudity 
Acknowledging the truest wounds of the body 
A band aid 
Truly does nothing
Nothing but indicate 
An understanding of the truth in the body 
So that we were free to eat the good fruit 
Truly, nudity 
That’s all it was
Physical, Soulish, and Spiritual 
How many times have I read a dream at a public place or after a series of events 
And recognized that I am entirely uncovered before God? 
No matter how I try to grasp a means to convey him in myself 
Our father is so deep in our minds 
It most beautifully
And silently 
Transcends everything outside of us 
Between an aspiration and the wasteland
That dream is one of the most powerful
Because I was at one of the lowest floors
And god had to reach in deeply 
To begin a repentance
Powerful plot devices too. 
One for the great depth I was guided into 
The other, a prophetic identity and happenstance 
Like a plan? 
But then I’d consider which plan is perfect 
Whilst being imperfect? 
How much did I tell you about it anyways?

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