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Tares

Duplicating digital journals to distribute another part of me
Auctioning off to bids for the worth of some semblance of legacy

Lest all I live for is just subject to be deleted
Waiting for my dreams to pay the bills as I’m gradually depleted

Time bought on the will of my debt to survive
Financing the means of breathing
Another cog in the machine

Killing myself to come alive
When the cost of everything is blood, I just keep on bleeding
In this material world of the consumerism fiend

Words in the tares sprout up to seed the root
Harvest of the Kingdom torn
Can the stock break past the cares and bear fruit
Or am I just getting snagged in the teeth of every thorn

What eats away, this decay
Something unseen, where pleasures devour
Caught up in these vicious cycles
Falling prey to the spells of the witching hour

Going to war, every battle I wage
I keep fighting forward, but I’m leaking power
As sweet goes bitter, spread thin when the nectar is sour

Reframe perspectives to hope
When I feel like I’m at the end of my broken rope

The only way left is up from rock bottom
To bring new life to spring out of the death of autumn

Sunshine just around the bend towards an out of reach horizon aglow
Burn through my eyes to see by faith what only the Spirit can know

As I play the roles to become all I need to be in the show
Till the script reforms my paradigm
As I see the manifestation of what the Sewer may sew

Rework the ground as roots are untangled from the weeds
Seeking first my true calling unencumbered by needs

In desperation we learn what it means to trust
Constructing the purpose everlasting from the ashes of our empires of dust

Stocks to the markets of heavens convection
Drawing me out
Transcendence by way of divine connection
Silence the lies that choke me with doubt

As I cash in on the providence of Your promises shares
Transplanted into the way of truth
Good soil tilled

Weed eating to clear the path of these tares
Renewing the confidence of my youth
As to Your every word I yield

Buried treasures of the priceless
I dig into, as I buy the field
Discerning the time and the seasons
Resilience the empowerment of the eternally sealed…
Written by ClovenTongue34 (Nathaniel Peter)
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