18 DEC - Ecstasy
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Ecstasy
Is when you see
That everything
From heaven’s free..
“Meant to be”
Is meant for me
Ecstasy’s
A lens, you see..
Ex- means “out”
And -sta means “stand”:
Blessed, we now
Have God’s green land..
Ex- means “now”
And -sta means “have it”:
Yes, we now
Can watch dreams happen..
Dreams stand out:
Imaginations
Seen, that shout
“Congratulations!”
Forceful focus:
Horsesh-t hocus
Pocus
Locust
Swarm your locus..
What stands out?
One mass crowd?
Or one man’s crown?
What has bowed?
Let the good that is to come
Never look at sh-t and run:
Let it look at riches won:
Meadow, brook, and victor, son..
Ex- means “out”
And -sta means “stand”:
X-ing out
Bad copycats..
Ex- and -sta
Are both the roots
Of several thoughts
I’ll show to you:
“Ecstasy”
And this:
“Existence”:
Never swing
And miss
The pitch then:
Ecstasy
Can’t miss
Existence:
Better leave
Bad sh-t
To pigs, and
Let em roll around in it:
What stands out?
Heaven’s golden crown? Is it
Just that foul?
Misery loves company:
Any side you fight for..
History’s just suffering:
Every liar likes war..
Ecstasy’s a killer
But rather by default
Cuz heaven frees a sinner
From rabid, triflin dogs..
Who wish to crush your ecstasy
And with it your existence:
Who gets to f-ck or step to me
And strip the Lord’s dominion?
So what stands out
In your mind?
If your pride
Just stands down
What arrives
Doesn’t die:
Just can’t bow:
What backs down
From emptiness of pits?
What ecstasy admits
Just empties it of risk:
Cuz better things.. exist..
