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I see His face .. He is an angel .. an angel of everything I need Him to be ..
I see His face .. and I get closer ..
I know how I can love so deep .. like I'm in water, but on my feet. I know why I believe in Him so.. I know why I see .. I know why I keep begging for the assured expectation of things hoped for though not beheld.
Because He that gives it, sees better than me.

That ole' devil tries to shake Soul on solid ground ..
The phantom of my dreams .. it's you I float around.
Your smile is profound.
..so surreal..so sincere.

Here.

Your palm beckons. Showing you my heart.
I take what is You.
The Love. The fart.

Jesus ..

Lord Father, I feel Your Hand touch my shoulder.
And The Army of Angels You send, always get Us over. .. and what's Love is how You show You hear Our cries.
You wipe Our eyes first, and fix it every time.
Show Us Your path, We trust you, We do.
Please don't let Us fail at what You've blessed Us to do.


My mind .. ooh Father, my mind .. it is wild. Primitive. Nomadic.

It is hieroglyphics like. Autobotish. Polaroidic. Microsoftish word count.

I may be a freak of fucking nature ..

.. Fucking is an adjective.
A verb too. ..

Deux Minds.