I'm sick of this writers block,
feels like I'm trapped in a prison with my soul on lock,
my creativity came to a stop,
I woke up one day and this shit came to a halt
It isn't even poetry's fault.
the mind scattered like pieces of glass shattered
don't know what the matter is,
the things that once mattered don't even matter.
constant remissions have me screaming fuck you Adam and Jesus
your ransom of forgivingness is all bullshit based on Gods business
Dr.s talmbout keep up with your fitness,
I'm like fuck you! my goodness!
like a lost child I ran into a empty church beginning for the lord's forgiveness
be my savior and I'll be that Jehovah's witness
on bended knee pleading with no relentless....
I'm just venting ya'll... on that writers block that be fucking with my creativity flow, fucking with my face glow, making the mind go slow- mo!
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