Book of Life

A Poem by Apollos

Read it. Become it.

Let your moderation be known to all man.
The Lord is at hand.
Content in whatever state.
What’s my next plate?

What am I chasing?
What is my motivation?
Know how to be abased.
Know how to abound.

But who told you are forsaken?
What is poisoning the Pure Water of His Basin?
Fatality is your current conception.
Deception over your past perfection.

Straight out of the mud.
Giving homeless hugs.
My partners used to be thugs.
Switched from drugs to sharing The Love.

Surge the power.
This is my hour.
I Am His Tower.
Chosen to deliver the sour.

Drink the spiritual milk, Dummy.
These are elementary truths, Sunny.
Present state - Insomniac.
Waking up to those 1 eyed cats.

A wise man does not despise correction.
When I look in your eyes all I see is deflection.
His blood shed on a tree.
So I could become He.

I’m becoming His features.
My current weakness is His next sequence.
I want to see the dead raised.
Devils cast out by my praise.

I hear y’all been quoting a proverb about the land.
Yeah about that.
Stop that.
Every living soul belongs to The Father.

The soul who sins is the one who will die.
The Righteous Man shall surely live.
O House of Israel is Yahweh unjust?
Aren’t your ways from the dust?

Get a New Heart and a New Spirit.
Embody that and death: you’ll clear it.
There is no pleasure in the death of anyone.
Repent and live.

Teach His people the difference between the sacred & common, clean & unclean.
Serve as a Judge.
Honor the decrees.
Keep your Sabbath holy.