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Conviction & Transition
// poetry
A relentless Conviction
Never move from the marker
I will not move from a steady resolve,
I must not flinch when it’s darker.
I must not pay heed to the barker,
Seeking to inject me with it’s doubtful slur;
When you stupefy its rubbish claims,
The Barker turns pussycat with a purr.
Like an umbrella of vision and tenacity,
I’ve seen people change like the weather;
I’ve come to discern the distinction in moral fabric,
If it’s flimsy lamination or pure leather.
Don’t let them infiltrate your vision
A legacy of profound binding thoughts you hold;
Behind many walls of tests I take my seat,
In God's strength, before no pressure I must fold.
Many in the dust must I roll
Ridicule the barker I mentioned at the start
In a chariot with relentless wheels of titanium and bronze
The broken adversary is being rolled away in a cart.
Well-centered crosshair,
My arms at the ready
Shoot you down at the merry-go-round.
Target hit my arm yet steady.
They scatter my focus like water molecules,
I rearrange order into the chaotic mind;
Hyper focused to seize the tyrant’s soul,
Leaving his carcass with a Zechmate behind.
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Closing statement.
"Never surrender, unto death.
If your intentions are in line with your freedom and you’re deeply convicted in a purpose worth dying for,
The Crown is yours.