My Thoughts Poem by phillip seymore

until the world stops
im going to hop over these demons like they were lines on hop scotch
as they sit back and watch my watch tic tock cause my clock refuses to stop
but im aimed ready and precise with my mind cocked ready to fight
what happened to the red blue and white
when there is red trying to kill blue where does that leave white
cause if there is a halo over our head how can we finish the fight
cause i lost what is right
the world is to twisted it blinded my site
but im going to give it my force like i gave it my might
giving every blow as hard as the first strike
and pressing on this pen harder every time i write
but despite i cant keep up with the worlds height
im in its shadows but i still have light
and this light is infused with my sword what i call is my mic
cause when i am Gods son i am dedicated
tired of this world being segregated
while my pen meditated my soul has levitated
but as i levitated the world accelerated
so how can the death of others be celebrated
no medals are being decelerated
so the lost souls of guns shoots are being evaporated
so how can i bend my fate
between what lines does the world draw to love and hate