I
Your faith starts from pain, then your push through;
work hard and stop the over-thinker, bruised.
Not from prayer nor religion, but staying tough!
Stand your ground against the devil, then coughed –
He'll run, for not wanton to pay the R-call blues.
Prayer comes, to highlight your faith clues;
what you redeemed in Holy spirit, as you ploughed.
II
Make way for Jesus, let the Holy Spirit through;
then El Shaddai can attribute Love in your system.
Core the Sermon of the Mount, be Prude;
make the Bible like Kamasutra, read it until “Hey Jude!”
Then the walls start cracking, melting away, scram;
then every word, image associates Jesus, Mayhem –
tossed and toed in spirit to the desert of Matrix: Neo.
III
Syncing to Trans, merging with Techno, Nightcore as background;
delta Rhytm Blues in rapping echo. Soundscape to cast in void;
voicing the specters to Noise the shelters shedding skins loud,
Work for Christ, whether you're lucid or underground!
Raving around the shock, to be in the Zone, Kismet, poised;
Humble your mind, let your heart assail to the throne Voiced!
The kidneys and marrow know guts, to see your rebound.
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