This is a test of what i write....
Its kind of tight,
Something sparked a light.
Gave me a little insight.
This is for my Lord who's bled.
The tears He shed.
The fight He lead,
To become our bread.
And in this Holy book i read,
It said,
He'll come back to raise the dead.
I know that you DONT know.
Nor understand how i flow.
The way i speak is soft and slow
But im about to blow your mind away,
So you may want to stay.
Hear what im about to say.
There is a man that died for you.
His love was true.
Yet u dont know who He is,
In this way you diss
His perfect life.
Makes me want to strive,
To be a better man.
You dont understand
There is a different kind of world.
That sucks you up in a swirl,
And takes your life away.
Every night as i lay
In my bed.
And think about those who are dead,
Not in a physical death.
But not a professional med.
Can take you back to being pure.
I dont mean to call you a fool,
All the things you drool-
About, messed up by the dust.
Taken away by the rust.
Even stoled by a robber.
So when it all disappears like dough,
Your hear me say...... " I told you so".
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Submission Name: starts here...(rhyme)
