“Walking the Walk”


"This is no longer a guessing game.
I know now why it was to this place I came,
to find myself slipping away,
but this time in the most righteous way.

I needed a cleansing,
of my delicate soul,
that I threw drugs into,
when it was just a pitiful hole.

I'm done with being a shell of a man,
who is puzzled by life,
and can't understand.

Now I choose,
to be a mortal instrument of God.
You can call me crazy,
you can call me odd,
but I finally see the way I need to walk,
instead of just saying these words,
and talking the talk."

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