Act 1

Damn shyt I thought I was awoke so this story I begin to wrote thriller the realest realness of the shriver not knowing if he's in the heap of the summer or winter the

30 days of night outa sight insight mangled and tangled in webs swimming in quicksand offering a hand I climb & climb I paused & calculated questioning all of existance THE LIGHT DHA LIGHT OF GOD ASCENDED
he told me breathe my son you'll never be perfect relax and have your fun stay from the seven deadly and you'll be in me although you barely go to church meanwhile constantly cursing with a slur "as you are AS YOU ARE driving up to the gate parking at the door

Relieved yet mad at self my health believing below wages efforts ain't achieving excuses the reasoning pure at soul this human being grieving what I fell to do reluctant to show neva ending quest of knowledge dropped outa school dreaming for college

enlightened determine to make a name to state my fame living to die handbook of the game "CLICK CLAT KABOW" shooting steady shooting steady shooting perfecting my.........

Aim to be better better that I am today Refuse to let anything get my way so throughout the day I pray I PRAY!!! God some days I'm frozen like a tub of snow but I'm growing up watching other's get older yet the couder I become I see more then ever & I can't describe the feeling nah never
Against the sight by faith I walk alone in the dark more buds intend to spark not alone "NEVER MORE QOUTE THE RAVEN" Am I truly worth saving???