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Jesus Fire

I got the help of diseased adversaries
Living vicariously
Incorporating words into my vocabulary
In positions so creative they are beyond imaginary
Exponential hints in dreams
I wake up and try to figure out what they mean
But sometimes
I can only remember the crease in the page
I spend all day til’ I remember what they were trying to say

This that and the 3rd
Beautiful words
I’m done
Lord bless me with another one

I went fishing and caught the lord all faith absorbed
Didn’t really know who I was until I explored
The risen seas
Of what there is to believe
From Qur’an, Islam
To Buddhist, enlightenment
Atheism, where belief ever went?
God sent
This is my copyrighted content
Please don’t ask me where the disciple con went
All I hear now are…
  
Shots fired    
the burning heart of Jesus is the only shooting fire  
sinners retire  
Apostles admire  
and we become one with the Sire
Heavenly empires    
Each Sunday with flooded doors  
Praying for children we resurrect from blooded floors
      
Hail Mary As Mother of God you can’t ignore  
Our peace is poor  
We litter our streets with war  
      
Full of Grace  
I’m far beyond this place  
We should be done with race  
I’m alien    
      
I practice mental immigration  
Tired of listening to rapper's violent lyrics like    
Premeditated narration
thought we joined forces with a black & white inauguration
But now we’re losing integration  
      
Trump, why are the sons still bearing the sins of their fathers  
Innocent Immigrant Children being caged like robbers    
by Door Knocking Jehova's Witness raptures, most bothered    
    
preaching “The Lord is with Thee”    
But no one reads the pamphlets
Sorry Luke John and Paul weren't Hamlets  
      
Sorry immaculate conception didn't turn you "50 shades of Gray"    
I just pray    
til I'm intimate with the Holy Spirit
      
I hear it
Names in vein  
Only Calling God only when in Pain
So many slain
I’m so drained
      
9/11 Never forget    
its past October now
You don't even have to be black to get pulled over now
They've got turbans and saris on the shoulder
    
Now, its time to arm myself
I'm bullet shell filled with mustard seed firing faith  
I’m peace pipe  
Higher than Heaven on Earth and a pound of Kush  
I'm Jesus Fire  
and Burning Bush!

IG:  Nourish_Cruz
Written by 1Docmcruz (PoetCruz)
Published | Edited 22nd Dec 2018
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