Truth

TRUTH
BY: KIMBERLEY PITTMAN

There is history in heathens the Earth's been our home. Even though we've been lost our hell we made our own. And even though my heart is gold, my worth is  still up to you.  And even though I don't want your throne, I'm damned here in this zoo. You still fight for what you can't control my mind  doesn't  belong to you. I own this. I bought this.  Unto thine own self be true. There's no doubt I fear you, when everyday is new. Then by the night I remember you're a sinner too. I know where I'm going if it was only up to you, but you made me, and you broke me, and I made myself breakthrough. Your words is not to covet so I'm keeping what I've earned. Thank you to Jesus please don't envy from your throne. Please sit down and remember you once was here too. It was horrible and you hated it and your God ascended you. He took you for a walk. Down those Streets made of our hells  gold, paved with human hearts,and every soul sold. Truth being since placed beneath  your feet, with every step that you take you  make my heart beat. Although this is my heaven it's also my hell.  Mind control is for and their still flying well. Eternity is the unknown, and I'm okay with that. In my theory when I go...I'll turn around and come right back. My heart will come with me, my mind is long gone. If you only knew the truth that I've known all along. The mind can part of body but the mind can't part the soul.