Contaminated mind slushy sludge
Items and people who don’t belong
Emotions are waves mixed with lies
They are vicious currents pulling us under
We may survive
Sure things are never sure
And loved ones may endure
They are just flesh and fickle pulls
Tugs tossed and tossing dashes
Only God remains the same over and under the sun.
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Darkened clouds remind us of messes
Many created by our own untrustworthy hands
Throwing fists into brick walls won’t cause consequences to bend
Please purify unsound logic and wretched ways
Traction thought sound fumbled under feet
God watches and assists our jigsaw puzzles entirely incomplete
Troubling maze mentalities in surgery
We need guidance in every breath.
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I can only speak for me
I need you, God, I do
Everyone else may have correct answers
I don’t, God, I don’t.