to live with the deep-seated feeling in your chest

the product of a marvel, a word weaver, not many would guess,

different from the usual wordmonger or preacher,

truly a stern believer, a vast recondite speaker

never knew which was weaker, the student or the teacher.



The words spoken get caught in the back of my mind,

many days to learn, many years am i behind.

But the faith that falls is not in dispute of this dude,

the intake is crude and the response may be subdued,

for the thought embued needs no comment for refuge.



Not even myself can understand what's going through my mind,

Why feel so weak, lazy and to the world remain so blind.

It is thought that the phrases i do not hear or don't care,

But from year to year my soul soaks in the dear...

...thoughts of this one, watch out he's not done,

till the corporate ear is aware of the war he has won.



A war of good and evil, only truth can reveal,

That good may be real but sinners jaws are made of steel,

The con artist with his heartless ways are hardest...

...to contend with it seems u can't win unless to sin.

Which forces the rethinking, let the reformation begin.



To lead the revolution, to succeed in evolution,

one must build a reputation, for who can lead the nation,

While acting as irrigation, feeding the minds while remaining sacred.

Against the hatred to the ways of elation