An Angel's purity I was born to this earth. Fear polluted it abandonment subdued it. My mind I was on the verge of losing it. Crazed sanity my pride was vanity Seeking what I couldn't find in my own home. Drugs and anger My guardian angels in the night. Grimy intentions no need to mention that love was hardly given.
The pastors preaching it was hard to believe in when anguish was all I was seeing. Faith declined I found it in last place. survival and wits with some street sense. Those are three keys I carried on me. Its hard to maintain being heaven sent when your tainted by satan at every turn. Yet I yearning to chase aspirations that was my concrete dedication. Meaning my inspirations I was channeling that energy with a street style Trials with smiles screaming in rage traversing the miles. Walking strong and speaking truths in a rhyme. All purities are at risk. Humanity has a gift to turn and twist every good thing. Even Angel's aren't safe demonic they'll turn. When will we learn that we aren't all good. We're mixed with Angels and demons. We keep them so tangled we can't discern good and bad at every angle. This is the angelic delusion

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