It seems I let my soul seep back into its metamorph
colour-blind to the chromophores on the spiritual me
While I was shape-shifting like a crystalline polymorph
the archenemy climaxed his schemes to ridicule me.
I confused light with darkness on the same spectrum
My mind refueled and sin's carnot engine expanded
The epicenter of my thoughts, like a jagged plectrum
strummed my DNA codes until i was double stranded
Departing from grace, I cleaved among the impure
searching for divinity in the path of the horoscope
Through the immaculate blood of Jesus, my only cure
Gods eternal heartbeat called me on his stethoscope.
Scarified by the painful transition into ugly from adonis
he was accursed for my sins whilst he hang on the tree
What greater miracle than He did could Jesus promise
except to say ''I was once a sinner but now I am free''
( greater things than these will you do...John 14:12 )
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