deliverance…

where is my heart…
what happened to my soul…
left in a monastery over in the Bronx…
where i prayed and prayed and prayed…
for deliverance…
for deliverance…

lord deliver me from these streets…
where there is no dignity…
beggars beg…
junkies shoot…
spice is smoked…
rap is chanted…by mad-men…by mad-men…

lord deliver me from these streets…
this 40 oz. drank as communion…
your blood…
a loaf of white divided…
your body…
we partake of this…

lord deliver me from these streets…
bullies punch…
bag-men collect…
loans are not granted…
yet interest is always collected…
always…

lord deliver me from these streets…
give me solace…
silence…
a midnight’s peace…
dreams…i pray for dreams…
early morning Sun…

lord deliver me from these streets…
upon a hollow moon i cast an eye…
this cross ‘fore me i cannot bare…
theives and murderers…take them now…
into your arms…into your arms…
this i hope…

used to pray…
every night…
no-longer…
that need is gone…
i want it back…
need to go back…

where is my heart…
what happened to my soul…
left in a monastery over in the Bronx…
where i prayed and prayed and prayed…
for deliverance…
for deliverance…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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