20 SEP - Absolutely

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Absolutely free
Can’t assume defeat
After truth received:
Past polluted seed

Was growing, when it died
From knowing, then inside
It’s death has occurred:
Just yet to observe..

It withers over time
So now may seem the same
The victory tho is mine
So now a seed remains:

A new one that grows
It’s doubt may seem to blame
The truth of the flow
If sprout ain’t seen for days..

It’s bigger over time
Unseen beneath the ground
Just sit and know “it’s mine”
But keep the seed from drought

And water it
By offerin
Thanks, it’s a principle:
God will give
All of it
Faith is invisible..

It’s fruit
Is the proof
When it shoots
Into view
Comin out
From the ground:
Comin down
From the clouds

Where you first saw the seed
Where you turned off belief
Where a birth caught a breeze
Where you turned off it’s need..

The seed is desire
What is free is inspired
If belief is a liar
Just agree with desire..

You want it, or you don’t:
There’s nothin to believe
You got it - more to flow
You love it? Then agreed..

You love it? Then it’s greed
But holy
If it’s flowing
To us, and then you see
His righteousness
Relies on gifts..

Love it? Then it’s free
The righteousness
Of Christ is this:
Love is Heaven’s greed
The right to gifts
Cuz I exist..

Love it? Then agree
And from it get a seed
That’s growing
As a flowing
From above, and then beneath..

Once you have agreed
(Or once you have desired)
At once you have a seed
At once the past’s a liar:

At once the fruit and tree
Of what you had decided
(Or what you used to be)
Is f-cked: You have desire..

Deciding is believing
But desire is receiving
Deciding has a secret:
Desire isn’t needed..

Deciding what’s “attainable”
Desire’s just an eight year old
Pointin at the free sh-t
Employment?! That’s for Jesus..

Joy is askin Jesus
Toilin - that’s for deists
Soilin crappy breeches
Coiled asp: “The Secret”..

You name it
You can claim it
Despite hell’s attack on it
Mocking
Thru a proxy
Of spite: Televangelist..

Christ just abandons them:
Price doesn’t caption gifts
Christ - plus his avarice:
Life, love, and happiness..

All that you can ask him
And all you can’t imagine
To ask him
It’s added
All of it will happen..

The seeds of the past
Are dying, and they’re withering
Belief is a mask
For trying, when considering

Desire is the purest
Fire and the purpose
Higher than your service:
Liars have to earn it..

New seeds are growing
Soon these start showing
Don’t doubt
Soul: Ground
Tombs need dark motives..

Wombs breed our focus:
Absolutely free
Whose seed? Our broker’s:
Absolution’s free..