Expressing


Just expressing, easing the mind
sleep in this slumber, days are
numbered. Conformed to the ways
we die every day-addiction to
flesh, in Christ we don't dress.
Drink and get high, head up cursing
the sky. Hurt inside, no Christ
inside; no knowledge of you having
His mind. You struggle every day,
battlefield of the mind, God
expressing my mind.

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