Time sliding like a swing
Or is it me?
In a box
Pendulum deciding
To ring or to sit this one out
I believe in 2nd coming
Not the chosen
For if he was chosen
And I was made chosen
I believe in my 2nd coming
Or 3rd
Down this road it’s hard to tell
How many times ?
When a game this is not
How many times I wonder
Many lives embodied into me
Living spirits crawled up on me
An army of my kindred people
I take within
Some times They Win
But I must win
For my sake
An underwritten thing that I must prove
When I speak I don’t take lightly
I thread with haste
And move with ease
This battle must be won
To claim the stake of eternity
This spiral connection
The water spirit
The reddened wine
White and splinter
Into parts
Some that see
Some that are lost
Some that hear
Some that fear
All in the making of me
Going beyond
the risk involved
The chatter, jeers and laughter
All when said
My truth I would have created
In distant memories or remembered gospel
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