America is praying
They are desperate for anyone
anything to listen
Skeptics become believers
The devil is ready to clip our wings
Little does he know
We're already on his tail
This isn't a godly thing
The scripture has been scripted
Recasted over millions of years
If there's one thing we the people can agree on
Above any church
It's that we have a soul
A connection
A higher being
it's not god
Yes, he's a guider and a manifester
Your highness is resting inside you
In these borders you have the choice to a free soul
Don't sacrifice what's already been given away
They can't be returned now
You're not dammed
Just a little damaged
With your hand over your heart
Under god
Save your goddamn nation
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Before I Blackout
PoetryMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
