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On the opposite is everything really fine as wine
Looks can be deceiving as the evening winds down
Sublime sounds pierce the night air like the moonlight
Buffoons fight on the corner, territorial disputes erupting
Occasionally a pimp might slap a ho
Do I really desire to act a fool with these bros?
Uh - pros and cons are weighed, afraid but proceeding
Still, I pounce into the melee while my Savior's eyes are bleeding
Something takes control, covers up the hole
Just so Cof won't fall in, thank God 'cause I was all in
Good lookin' out to take time to save my soul
From this point forward, screen doors remain closed

In front of me is blockage, the shade stops the rays
From blinding my sight from the truth as I gaze
Amazing as it seems as I gaze through the glass
Appealing to my eye the other side reveals
The evil men do collecting loot in pursuit
Of happiness and peace for momentary release
Of pressure cooking brain cavity could it be
Conviction as my diction lashes fate
They eat from the plate of indecisiveness
Lost in the wilderness of pleasure, ignorant of the measure
Of judgment that lies when the end is here
And the end is near beware (I hear the steps of a thief)
I'm about to break you of a little taste of discipline
In its rarest form are you listening Christian men
For those who have the ear for conception of this statement
You'll understand when I'm gone and through
Tell me why you stare instead of winning souls
Wasting precious time living on your own
Remember if you can my final thought imposed
I rebuke those who glare through the screen remaining closed

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