Negative turns to positive and pours from an everlasting cup, G
Even tho the freaks have people planted outside my house
monitoring me, and coninuously commenting on everything i do
24 hours a day
I fight, it gives me strength
Even tho people tell me im making them up
Ive not gone mad, the freaks have
And ive not killed myself
Even tho my own mind sometimes betrays me
Because i have ptsd, even when i sleep, and schizophrenia, too
but in God/dess lies my strength
Spirit’s heartbeat aligns my own rhythm
Words, that bless, from the tongue of Goodness
a prayer for you, G, in Love’s flesh
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