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Was Dead, but now Alive.

Was Dead, But Now Alive

Verse1:
Death was drawn all over my face,
no trace of grace to taste,
life seemed dim with silence like a silent cemetery.
My zoetic nature never appeared to be gleeful,
always sorrowful, causing pain with no gain
to drain my life-force like a juicy sour orange orange
being squeezed slowly till time stops ticking.
How did death manage to open up its jaws to munch upon
the son sent to redeem, the redeemer brought down,
Suppressed and torn with a thorn as his crown.
But never gave a frown, for fear was not his dread.
The sound the cross made as it was dragged on the ground
And the gentle and tender thud of his feet towards the slaughter
grounds was just a huge, heavy darkened rain cloud.
He gave up the ghost and allowed his anatomy
to go down the cold lonely bumpy road.
Let’s be raw here, come on...he died, he actually died
Even though he tried and cried for the cup of suffering
to be taken away. But his mission was inevitable.
Now, here comes the fun and kinda scary part...
Wait, let’s come back to my story, certainly some
Sought of forgot...but never mind me, coz I was dead
In my inner body, soul and spirit, there seemed to be no limit
To the intensity of my self-trapped being engulfed in a smog,soaked with it’s scent.

Verse 2:
I was completely dead to sin
It dug up the soil and buried my breathing body
Choking my lungs long enough to make me hallucinate
Horrific memories of my past
The dreadful sight of maggots and mommies
Crawling from the deepest darkest hell holes
I could feel my body degrading drastically
Fading away into the still soundless windless atmosphere
Fear creeping under my skin
Tearing my flesh with its dorsal fin
Sin never showed any remorse
Its reckless nature overgrazed every grass on the field
How could I have been so blind
I should have thought through thoroughly
It was never kind and benevolent, blistering bar-nickels!
It only longed for my soul so badly to feed upon
To drench down my entire smock with its disgusting stench
How could I let my eyes be sealed shut with its scales
Depriving me from seeing the sincere truth
The bright light that shined at the end of the tunnel
Was right there all along, awaiting my arrival
I have been a loyal slave serving my master whole heartily
Come on...just a little bit of sarcasm

Verse 3:
I was tired of lying down in the dead sea.
I needed to see something
peculiar pertaining to what life can offer positively
And stop starring straight, squinting sorrowfully at the sight
Of some of its negativity.
I followed the ways and norms of this world for too long
I had to be transformed with a renewal of my mind
So that I may prove what is good and pleasing
To my God, Lord forgive me, for all my wicked ways!
I am ever ready to receive you!
I am ever ready to wine and dine with you!
I am suffocating with all this dirt trapped inside of me
See my lungs lord, they keep decaying with all the infirmities
What can I do to deserve a second chance,
Surely I do deserve one, I know I do
Deep down I am a lost black sheep
Tumbling down that high steeped mountain
With hard rocks of different kinds
I got bruises jerking all over my body
No potion of any kind seems to cure it
Buh, I heard of the blood, the giver of the blood
And you know, it’s so sad how all this time I had been a bat
A stray cat without a hut, shut out from the light
Into the darkest night, but I’m gonna survive and strive
Coz, I know I got Jesus on my side

Verse 4:
The author and finisher of my, your, our faith
For through his blood shed on that tree,
Sin had to flee to set you and I free
See with your eye, his wonderful and glorious
Presence given as a gift to all despite your heavy fall
Stand tall, call on his name and don’t be ashamed
Let’s go back a little bit...yeah as I said
Here comes the fun and kinda scary part
He died as he said he would
But death could not hold him for so long
It tried swallowing and digesting
Taking him down to the bowels of this earth
But three days later...one, two, three
He reappeared again with no stain, white as snow
He painfully but finally finished what he was ordained for
All of my transgressions was borne on his shoulders
This, I can proudly stand on, and say
Hurrayy...I am alive and not bound to death
The misleading and wicked ways of man
Can no more be a part and parcel wrapped around my neck
I am transformed, and trans means change
And form means...well means form
So I changed my formal ways so I could be transparent
A loving and caring parent to myself...well maybe in the future too
Not only physically but spiritually
Death was not drawn all over my face
I could taste his grace, and it tasted so sweet
I now feel alive, revived, coz I know I share in his hive.
Written by Enigma19 (Atiemo)
Published
Author's Note
You can be battling with your past self, but know that the past is not the present.
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