(I've been challenged to a poetic battle)
I'LL TAKE ON YOUR CHALLENGE
Any day or night
I gotta platinum mike
Do me wrong
I'll just
Do you right
My lyrics
Flow strait from
The spirit
Not my mind
I don't gotta
Think at all
Everything I post
Is rough draft
Orginal
Written with
No pause
No brain storm
No notes
Nor memorization
I push the pen
Under the Holy Spirits
Unction
Burning the pages
With that
Scribal anointing
Rhymes never ever
Stop flowing
Most the time
I don't even stop
To eat or sleep
Kingdombuisness
Is a full time job
I can preach sermons
On paper
Or out load
Filled with
Correct scriptures
I've never even read
Nor heard of
I don't even
Bible study
Nor listen
To any pastors preach
The word
Is engraved
In my heart
For
ETERNITY
Scripture states
The Holy Spirit
Teaches
All things.
And
they overcame
By the blood of the Lamb
And the word
Of there testimonie
So haters can
Go ahaid
And hate
I'm truely
Not the one
There denying
So go ahaid
Shoot the messenger
I'd love
A shortcut
To Heavens door
My name
Is written within
The Book Of Life
How bout yours?
Do you prepare
Your semons
And poetry?
Or just let them
Flow naturaly
Do you distort
The messege?
Or deliver them
As is?
Is it your work?
Or is it HIS?
Do you usher
In God's presence
Get rite
Pray
Repent
Ask the Lord
To speak
Before you
Burn out your pen?
Or is your trash
Filled with
Watted up paper
And scribbled out words
You just can't seem
To put together?
Do you have
To stop
And take a walk
To clear your thoughts
Begging for
Another paragraph?
Is It truely
A SUPERNATURAL GIFT ?
Or something
You have to work
So hard at?
Do you rearrange
And change the words?
Or just leave them
The exact way
They flowed?
All my work
Is rough draft
The only thing
I work at
Is trying not
To run out of ink....
Now in that moment
It's when Im truely sad!
©spitfire
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