[forgetting isn't easy]

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Note:
These values:
right middle finger 
Likeness
left index finger
Imitation

LOCK:The tripatariate tractate (part 1)
(These are carefully read, studied through the guidance and permissions of nature)

Things I loved: 
The substance of what I once read 
Is equivocally the substance of me 

The superiority of repentance 
Would be the only thing the pure remnant has 
But as the first birthing, 
the corrupt waged 
the war of their own nature against the purified 
And in turn the purified retaliate for 
righteousness sake
But in taking on resistance 
They become a corrupted purity 
Where all strive in vain glory, similarities 
I looked at music differently all my life 
Christian music is a perceived imitation 
To what had the initial birthright 
As of Esau and Jacob 
Cain, Able 
But the privilege of redemption belonged to the 
Second born 
However, the dichotomy of the named “wisdom”
Only belonged to the lower reality 
That completion be aligned only above the material 
Hence the Firstborn of God 
Then there is much missing, in regards to 
The “why” and “therefore” 
But the Hope of the “wisdom” 
The Christ promised. 
If the firstborn of the purity 
Was salvation 
Sent up from corruption 
And down from purity 
The firstborn of imitation 
Was vengeance 
Is sent down from purity 
And up from corruption. 
Think about this.
It’s spoken twofold 
in the existing completion 


CROSS: 1st and 2nd Corinth.  
(Any leading voice, sometimes including the format above). 

I was being verbally abused 
And blasphemed 
I responded with contempt 
Deep contempt 
Because I perceive 
But even then perceive myself corrupting 
So I hate it two fold 
Though I didn’t let go of God 
My contempt grew 
The walk was sparse, venting 
Unable to discern because 
I couldn’t focus 
Suddenly 
I was offered a job 
23.50 an hour 
14 -15 hour days 
For a week festival as security staff 
700 dollars flat 
And a seven dollar pay raise 
To help them take their loyal employee there 
Whom is a friend
I sought to make
because of their outcast nature 
It was in Ohio 
I felt as if God gave an in, 
For I was being cursed for not working enough 
Though I had a show coming in days for night rehearsal 
And school 5 days a week at morning 
But it seems the issue slowly ceased to be the present day 
For everything regarding the present day was retorted 
But it was the past few months before school suddenly 
But this remained 
Rather than praying that I be safe in the trip 
They assured the trip would go wrong 
That it’s just an excuse 
And the whole jargon that is usual 
Practically unspeakable in my case 
Seeing this as another foolish thing 
And not of God answering her complaint 
I saw a hook in a sky while asking 
If the drive was worth canceling the show
and making the money I was demanded of 
And saw a path I never usually took. 
I took it as if I were to do something my flesh did not want to do 
But this was something I had earnestly considered that God make the complete decision.
He told me to tell that person after this 
It became another act of verbal abuse 
And defamation 
My contempt grew 
And I played around their hatred 
God had layed coals over their head 
But this burning was still the devils 
At the height of my contempt 
As they yelled 
I laid my arms around them 
My urge to destroy 
I lied to my own body 
And hugged them 
Kissed them 
Over and over and over 
As they yelled 
Slowly the yell 
Became a cry 
An uncontrollable weeping 
I told them softly 
That God has everything covered 
And that I’m working on getting an internship through the school 
early, rather than as soon as it’s required 
I left warm 
In the past 
I would’ve harmed out of myself 
to avoid my old father’s sin 
To avoid proving 
This loathing of comparison 
But something 
I place I’d never gone before 
I loved out of myself 
To avoid their lover’s sin 
To avoid proving 
This loathing of comparison

How could I break 
His defenses 
Heavens ego 
Might lose his blessings

A NEW ERA 

[feel free to use my music, just give cred] 

<3

I'm imaginative but not creative (as I used to be)

[forgetting isn't easy]

.Uzu