'Hook Line Sinker'
© Raul Cortes Jr. 12-8-2022
The creator will satisfy you with long life & salvation, just call upon him.
He will answer, deliver & honor you through the trouble you're in.
He will establish you on high, because you know his name.
You will trample, tread upon the lion, adder & dragon when they invade.
The devil will set you up at the pinnacle, & tell you to jump down.
Tempting you to show off, as if the angels who have charge over you won't run down..
And save you, preventing you from dashing against the ground, bearing you up.
Angels will keep you on course, no matter how the enemy appears to be tough.
The enemy wears a mask, to provoke & scare, they're mentally unwell.
People don't have a problem with you, they have a problem with themselves.
People without a legitimate purpose, scheme & plot on another soul.
They are all on camera, & the universe has sight to behold.
All you got to do is exist, & someone will find a reason to have a bone to pick.
And all I do is focus on making sure these poems are writ.
Who put the battery pack, on their back, to charge me like that?
It's a mystery, the misery, simmering in their heart, because I never did attack.
I am not a staircase, I'm not the one step on.
You put your foot on me, it's quicksand you get on.
©polo
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