They say Im Eminems synonym, as sweet as cinnamon, with the sin Im in has got me sent away from the Son of Man. And with my laminin-looking laminate, I eliminate my lament amid the Holy of Holies where I meet Him and confess my sin to Him. But holey moley, my soul is so slowly becoming smoky, as if Im sold solely to a smoking Loki doing the Hokey Pokey. And its okay to instigate a complicated confrontation with the sin thats got a hold of me. But hold a minute, the many sins Ive committed in a minute, should have me admitted to an insane asylum because Im mainly acting like a maniac who thinks hes infinite. But Im in for it, because my sentimental Savior simply says He simply sees no sin in me. Now thats a sentiment with the scent of mint. So now, Im committed to Him and Im committed to amend the wrong that Ive done against this entity, and in turn, He simply turns the other way and helps me out in any way. But anyway, just because Im sounding like Eminem, it doesnt mean Im dissing him and making me his enemy. If anything, Im complimenting his inner meaning that many find so appealing. So Im peeling back the layers and the cares to share with you my life thats been hidden from so many. So if you got a minute, take a minute to listen to me because youre now intermittent into the intermission of my life so intimately. But secretly, Im timidly intimidated by the many other people in this industry. And its true: I can never do what they do, to the extent that they do. God must have the wrong guy. I dont know what to do. I treat the situation fearfully because Im full of the fear that Satan has carefully put within me to prevent me from harnessing my full ability. And Im starting to lose sight that Im a beautiful sight that Gods made, because Satans screaming at me like hes a bully in 5th grade. YOURE DEAD MEAT! And hes a scavenger, and he ravages like a savage, and he feasts upon deceased beasts that pretend to be beast priest. But please, oh please! Im begging you, at the very least, dont come at me like a beast, as if you was Batista thats hyped up on caffeine like you just drank a barista. And please sir, Mr. Preacher... I have a confession: All my life, Ive wished I could just pass and die because Im passing by signs that are telling me that this world aint worth saying goodbye, because Ive been lied to. So I hide like Nosferatu, hoping there was someone I could cry to. But then, I read this passage in this book called the Bible, and it tells me theres another way and its called the Narrow Passage. And since Im on that right passage, Im past my past, and I passed up the pain that I left behind in that Valley Passage, and Im tired of being passive so heres my right of passage: Satan... you cant claw your buzzard talons in this raw talent, with which Im telling to can-it about banning the Creator Of The Planets around the planet, because Im planning on releasing and unleashing Bruce Banner because youre making me mad and I cant balance the energy thats canned up in this can of green Monster, that wants to break out and wig out and beat you down to the ground with his Spirit Sword and make you fall to your knees because you cant stand it, so dont even get the Spirit started! Hows that? Hows that for an underdog comeback? Youll be crying when youre trying to think of a good comeback to come back to that, but you cant back it up, so youre letting up! Youre looking puny as a pup, so youre giving up! I call the Gospels, The X-Files because its all about Christ. And according to Mulder and Scully, youre the one thats seems to be dead meat, because technically and specifically, youre the one that seems to be dead to me. So step to me! Step over me! But youll never ever be able to keep your chains on me! Because up on that cross, He cried with killer wails! So you can call me Willy, because Im free. For real though, theyll have to peel you off the road like youre road kill because youve been crushed as punishment with the bottom of His heavenly heel. But still, youll be back, I know, as if you want some more. And when you do, Ill knock you back down like a Whack-A-Mole. You know, youve always told me that Ill be nothing more than a nobody, but nobody can tell me that because Gods on my side with the gift that Hes put inside of me. And Im not talking about my resistance against you bothering me. Im talking about His Son that He sent to die for me. Im sorry. I got a little ahead of myself, Im just trying to vent. Id like to introduce myself, but my names Irrelevant.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Jul 2014 19:49:01 +0000
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