My PredictioN

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My prediction
About my three year unhealthy condition
Is that it will continue to worsen
And be a lifelong affliction

I’m not being negative
Nor am I speaking pessimistically
But quite obviously
The condition is growing emphatically

Quite superfluously
I still try to vent my pain endlessly
But my venting
My ranting and complaining
Seems to all be done illegitimately
Now quit hating me
And no trying your illustrating me
Because illustratingly
There is no debating you see
The pressure is building in me
Non-yielding to me
It continues to grow stronger and more difficult to live with it see.

My sickness is slowly just eating in me
Literally eating me inside then outward
Because it starting to show outwardly in me
It’s voraciously courageous of me
To continue to still be here speaking to thee
But not a pat on the back
Because I still have so much I lack
Maybe as a matter of fact
I am stupid to even discuss my soulful rust & pain
In written form so enthusiastically!

I try not to be malicious or seditious
But I can feel the wickedness just growing in me
It’s slowly spewing from me
I’m so tired of being tired and in pain
That the pain itself has been gnawing at me
Chewing through my ligaments and joints
Breaking my desired articulated points
To be fractured and broken
I wish this was just a story
And that I could just really be joking.

But I’m not
My flesh is decaying inwardly
As my hope for a decent life slowly does rot
I never did any drugs of any form
Somehow I’m still more than deformed
Bio-chemically imbalanced
Making me so abnorm
A man full of hatred & scorn
Maybe that’s why I had been born
To succumb to the pain
And to the side of many
Become an unwanted thorn

I can easily predict
From the perspective from which I currently be
That sooner than later
Life will be a big blurry vision to me
I will hardly even know who I am
‘Cause I will be incoherent you see?
Incoherent and non-attentive of what just may be
And my spiritual side still desires to be close to a God who seems ot have ignored me
Ignored my pleas
Laughed when I went down on my knees
Snickered when I counted quickly
From one to three.
He has dismounted me
He has not counted me
He has held me accountable, responsible for just what may be
Although there is that small insignificant part of me
That wants to lash out and blame God
For letting this lack of health
Fall upon me!

And my prediction
Is that I will soon find some kind of addiction
To help me through this demise of my health
Which will help me tolerate
The lack of any physical wealth
I know I need to move in such stealth
Because I know he knows my thoughts,
My fights I’ve fought
The souls I’ve bought
The truth I’ve sought
The many times in SIN I’ve been caught.

So to end this predisposition of the image I paint
My prediction
Is that I will probably become everything
That I currently ain’t!

The picture has been painted
My blood, my DNA and my chemistry has been tainted.

By nothing - in which nearly 8 specialist can’t understand
So I must surmise
To my own surprise
That I’m slowly being killed
By Gods very own hand.

SkTzO