Tell me I pray every night
it won’t be a lie because I
dream my own world light
and in deep sleep tonight.
I’ve a core I must feed
before I go flee away
to feed the need for me
to motivate love to pray.
I don’t want sometimes
to be humble so I numb
my faith into my rhymes
while in flight I try run.
My own world my domain
my own terms as I play
to a tune not the Lord’s
I will throw my sins away.
In the ink in my eye I cry
for sweeping grass fields
to lay and ask the Lord why
only pain this earth yields?
RMC 
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