Call it mental desecration.
Slippers drag in aggravation.
Secret lines hiding variation.
Winks butterfly our conversation.

Sitting here in my couch,
Many things are missing now.
Took the pretty long route,
Making sense before mouth.

I left a bookmark in my thoughts,
Something to tell me the time.
The Spirit searches, of course.
Nine prayers to align.

Call it mental reparation.
The upgrade is from the Kingdom.
Secret lines for Kings to paw on.
Is there any word that quantifies His awesome?

Lying up here, grounds needs to pray first.
I don’t even remember normal mortal thirst.
I’m a Jesus baby with a few skills.
I can fish for men,
Shoot prayer arrows,
And effect healings.

Duty says to make disciples,
Love men back to Heaven.
Third-degree burns from my fire for more souls.
I will write the world
Long before my past eleven.

Call it predestination.

Godzniel
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