My lucky number since a child was always 3,
Carrie-Anne Moss, The Matrix, my only Trinity.
Used to be overly distracted,
A mental breakdown cracked it.
God pushed me and scraped my face on the wall,
He was trying to prop me up, not hurt me at all.
Truth finally, abundantly, became crystal clear,
The creator and his angels, they're always near.
Every action we partake in, it's being watched.
Read wise words and stop stumbling around lost.
Celebrities are made to be our soul's enemies,
Turn off MTV, take a walk amongst the trees.
The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit,
Brain's switch off fast, you still don't hear it.
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Comments4
Ohh, who's got time for all that celebrity rubbish?! lol.
Haha.
I've gone to bed by the time dreadful stand-up comics are on TV, thank goodness!
A interesting and enjoyable read, Thank you
Cheers.
You are very welcome
Excellent write
Thanks pal.
You're welcome
At times its connections like these that take us through our toughest and darkest times. But don't mind me, that's just me spinning on my head there.
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