"It is Finished"

Clawing at destructible walls, priding on the hopes for my heavy fall

By acute bitter fruit, on the Eve of my success

Pulling like a magnetic field for the break in my shield...of faith

To create limited space...to bar me within the locks of insecurity...left undressed

Naked without escape...

Bare & even more barely in shape to shape the right shape to properly state the meaning of "fit"

Quite discombobulated, therefore very much " out of it"

So out of my zone, as the Throne Room becomes distant

Struggling to balance weight on the scale...being inconsistent

As " MORE OF YOU" is seamed within the mattress

That definitely in firmness, uniquely matches I to Destiny like matches & fire

Infusing determination beyond the thinness of my skin, so fulfillment I may inquire

Wired for higher meaning so the walls will eventually like Jill come tumbling down...in Berlin.

Embedding transformation to the calling of purity within the mass of my heart....killing the line connected to the downfall of sin.


Getting up like Jack to receive healing directly from HOME...renewing the mind until the PIECES refine to WHOLENESS in the confines of this dome.


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