It's like I'm in an arena
A boxing arena to be precise
where cheers sound like thunder
Punches, hard like the truth
Strength, my determination
and pain my defeat
Oh yes! the truth hurts
Oh yes! the cheers are amazing
Yes indeed, the thunder sounds
so loud and scary
but the awful truth is
I haven't got the strength to
defeat pain
Suddenly
Lights go off in the arena
Silence take over
The game is rigged
Darkness eliminates the
light of day
Titles are robbed
Amateur boxers claim to be
world champions
Alot of hypocrites disguised
as supporters
They never praise us
but always criticize us
They call themselves
Wordsmiths
yet they lack the words
to describe how expectional
the Messiah is
They claim to be Postmen
yet they do not possess the people's
addresses to preach the gospel
The gospel of the second coming
the coming of the Messiah
The one to resurrect poetry
from the tomb
Some didn't believe in
the prophecy
That the second coming
of the Messiah
who would resurrect the art
was true
So they preferred Bars to sonnets.
Love.
Poetic Yesu.
