To CM10,
What does it mean to be a killer? What does it mean to thirst? What does it mean to get chills from ideations of a quenched sensation? It means everything and yet nothing. It means I have rinsed and washed 1o fingers and 2 palms almost seemingly as much as I have blinked. A fixed mouth is the makings of an imitator. A guilty innocence is the originator. You may be a mere babe but in a burning fire everything melts like water. Precisely fondled and played from side to side. In this moment you are me and I am you. Then how you would ask. It came, I saw, I felt red, and then to be evidence was mere reminiscent. Die Antword. If I said I laid with her while with her. Did it matter? Who decided guilt? Her? Onlookers? My Conscience? By the time you finished thinking of those questions and moved on to reading this statement. How many third eyes are just as guilty? To this day, how many hands have you praised as good and holy? Your father, mother, brother, sister, grandmother, and grandfather all at one point have all hugged and kissed you. Every one of them said at one point "I Love God". That same God one day made them a man, shepard, woman, or rib. Our God watched them knowing and made sure they cleaned properly. That blade could have shaved a spiders ass or that gun could.t jam even if stored in a barrel of egyptian sand. Equivalent Exchange. You always dream and God always has plans. Maybe one day you'll understand the boy Moses, The student Noah, and the teacher Jesus, and the lord Jody. God's all in their own right with blessings from the same might. Each son gaining their quirk in a similar manner. As you read and learn their stories together. Remember in Melchizeck they will always be priests forever. Little ones became their sons and daughters. They your forefathers. Taking their oath to dwell among them teaching, leading, forgiving, and following. Fore my Earth to Moses is the same yet different. To live to my DW25 he could only do in spirit. Being a lord second only to the LORD. Anything beneath said his title was, is, and will be. Fore there in truth is only one God. Supreme Being. His not My plan of salvation when it was spake "Let there be light". Brother in your restored faith I could have swore in turning an eye and cheek. I could almost believe if his body had a head. In agreeance for a brief moment there was a nod. Whether a piece or a whole from Samael the fallen or Jesus of Nazareth; the redeemer & savior. His statutes have been, are, and will be. There are 10 commandments and plenty of guidance. You live like you and I will live like me. In the end that wine is his blood and that bread is his body. By partaking and believing, you live his words of promise even if you forgot the words. The bare necessities of life will come to you.
About the Creator
Jody Poem
Darel “Jody Poem” McDonald II (born October 10, 1995 in Corpus Christi, Texas) is a American producer, rapper and singer that founded LAST LAUGH Records.
ILY
It was an abstract concept, misconstrued through it's verbal presence. Action of it's existence had become in short supply. The phrase "I Love You" was now a weapon of the abuser. The abused had become housed in it's poor construction. Then, how had the world made it to the times. It was from societal expectations, traditions, and economical gains. Love had become an object. The worth of something meaningful losing value in imperfection. To be born imperfect yet expect perfect affection. The affliction itself was greater than the lack of effort. In truth it was not a one size fits all diagnoses. Others became exceptional through becoming the seed to tenderly be nourished. The injustice of unrequited love sent but hate received, what does love mean? Love was action and the action had a word. A chosen word formed to eat rotted addiction from the inside out. The irony of a killer killed with its own weapon. To live by the sword meant to die by it. It is true, the greatest addiction is love. How can this be? Is not life filled with strife, pain, and disappointment? Were innocent not slain? Did good works not go in vain? For another it is complicated and for some it is simple. To the lord they prayed because he understood their pain. The same had seen the innocent and been slain. But belief in love? How? Why? The people were this way not because of gratification but merely consistent simplification. It is known winds cause storms leveling houses, buildings, and cars. Yet, have the hills moved? Did the mountain not remain in its place? In this space that is why they gave him highest praise. Firm in foundation in any breeze, it just cooled his face. Face to face there was much discrepancy for even though they lived longer they could not recognize he. How could this be if in past there was notoriety known infamously? It could be believed words fell from mouths only filled with jealousy. To what extent could that want was in flesh was not had or to begin with they did not understand. Unconditional was the presence. Though anguish indeed was a non physical message. It was understood then as it should have been now. Looking for signs of weakness but it would have been easier to stand in the field and plow. Love less than what it had been. At least from experienced eyes it was more than a city of sin. To win in love would mean a loss. Chances were taken as interceptions because there was a difference in sitting on the sideline and growing as a moss. Candied words are pleasant to the ears, all the same with false promises and endless tears. A love well beyond it's years. It became the norm to find love not from difference but the same and in location be sifted instead of good years. The imagination is profound yet there is no culture. Where this was segregation had become the mainstay of vultures. The cycle continued beyond its portion. There was no longer a difference in love and breeding horses. Then where laid the blame in societal forces? To each there own not being the voice of golden. Easier to hear one is bad and another is good. To whom were they good and what made them better? If one loved then would it not be forever? I love you was expected in this poetic justice but the way it is said it is the same though toughly he blessed it. Even though time passed, hopefully to open ears hear the message.
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