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Original Sinner
I ...
Am A daughter
Of Egyptian Dust
As My Anscestral Eyes
Witness the tragedies
that Happend...
To all of us...
Nothing Left but Fossils
under sedimentary crust
I..
Am a descendant
Of the woman at the well
and only Creator knows
how far I fell..and I'm
still falling
I hear the 7 generations
before me still calling
shouting instructions to me
before I hit the cement ground
Yet...
I find that there is something
amazing when you knowYou
wont...actually hit the ground...
I..
Am an Original Sinner
I sit dead center
as my DNA splinters
between one that is afflicted
and one that is a winner
Seems like my choices...
Have left me thinner...
These days...
As I willingly
sit in the back of my house
and blaze...
My Philosophy
blossoming
in Plumes of smoke
As I watch the shadows move
I then invoke...
Spirit...to carry me
Cause Im tired.. of carrying
the weight of the world
upon my shoulders
So much tragedy...
has made me feel colder..
and much older...
As I sit Humble
striving to find the right
balance inside me
I read Psalms 91 and
ask Creator to Hide me
So that I'm not seen
So that I'm not...Obscene
In my grief and loss
Sinner though I be...
My head is Bowed...
My stars...are crossed
I am the "red headed step child"
The Universe forgot about
So I cursed alot
Drank and began to shout
I waived my hands in the air
Upset that I really
Have no control...
So I guess..
Life is really just a test...
and lifes Dramas...add
excitement to the show
Yet I feel like I'm about to Implode
So I move slow...
Soul Currancy... on hold
as I try not to fold
eyes ...are swole
and this is where
I hear a voice whisper
"No matter how much you go through
You will still be a beginner"
Such is the life...
Of an Original Sinner
Am A daughter
Of Egyptian Dust
As My Anscestral Eyes
Witness the tragedies
that Happend...
To all of us...
Nothing Left but Fossils
under sedimentary crust
I..
Am a descendant
Of the woman at the well
and only Creator knows
how far I fell..and I'm
still falling
I hear the 7 generations
before me still calling
shouting instructions to me
before I hit the cement ground
Yet...
I find that there is something
amazing when you knowYou
wont...actually hit the ground...
I..
Am an Original Sinner
I sit dead center
as my DNA splinters
between one that is afflicted
and one that is a winner
Seems like my choices...
Have left me thinner...
These days...
As I willingly
sit in the back of my house
and blaze...
My Philosophy
blossoming
in Plumes of smoke
As I watch the shadows move
I then invoke...
Spirit...to carry me
Cause Im tired.. of carrying
the weight of the world
upon my shoulders
So much tragedy...
has made me feel colder..
and much older...
As I sit Humble
striving to find the right
balance inside me
I read Psalms 91 and
ask Creator to Hide me
So that I'm not seen
So that I'm not...Obscene
In my grief and loss
Sinner though I be...
My head is Bowed...
My stars...are crossed
I am the "red headed step child"
The Universe forgot about
So I cursed alot
Drank and began to shout
I waived my hands in the air
Upset that I really
Have no control...
So I guess..
Life is really just a test...
and lifes Dramas...add
excitement to the show
Yet I feel like I'm about to Implode
So I move slow...
Soul Currancy... on hold
as I try not to fold
eyes ...are swole
and this is where
I hear a voice whisper
"No matter how much you go through
You will still be a beginner"
Such is the life...
Of an Original Sinner
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