Conclusion

I always think of a great end for myself

But I hate begging for thy wealth

Make it a setting for thy help

A foundation to blind self to bring the word of God

My imagination finds itself like a bird in a herd odd

Normally I’m lost in my conscience

Will it Cost my offense and my sense

I wonder if I’ll end up getting killed but I’ll leave behind a message

But by the time of my Dinner will I have ate enough of heavenly essence

Inner Peace comes after I fall from grace if seventy present/

To view my story will it reach to their face to godly message

I’m a man of personal issues from depression to drug abuse

Personal Missies that took me to stressing in mud I refuse/

To get stuck I must lift up conversation with self a tug I bruise/

Sensation of belt no luck to use sucking youth a hug to fuse/

Me to loving proof that God cares for me I’m living proof as life tears slowly/

God will repair go see even in the days wear mostly no belief he save me

If I’m living to old age tell me why it feels like death calling me

Not Giving road rage when I think vividly about death following me honestly

I look to God shook too with fear when I think where I shrink but I climb back

Go to the max of faith never hit a climax always growing even in snowing

I fall lose myself find that faith refine that self then I’m better then I was

Days after dark days I was good And I was changed now I get any buzz

Park strays sit down lost I got up and at ranged and with my heart/

I aim at these demons painting my reasons to live before I depart