MAKE ME A WAY

make a way

My way not yours

The path of the just

Re-kindle to rust

Grinded to the dust

With no believing gut

Howbeit to believing

Not to be existing

The future of my reading

In my meditating

At the cross over of a thing

 

ON the show at the cross

A path in gross

In my tears I burst

To see how he was slain

Agony of disdain

 

A prize is paid

For me not to be raid

So that I can be grade

Never to derail

The path of raid.

 

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