So I look in the bag for help and find myself...unmeasured with all these tools
The hammer of unrighteousness
The screwdriver drenched in unlikeliness
Who's tools are these??
The screws missing bolts
Making me want to revolt
Sending jolts....that are not striking
I am said lightening because I illuminate the dark
The leveler leaves me waiting for someone to tell me I'm aligned
I'm resigned these tools are not mine
like the walk in another's shoes
The wrenches seem to want to prove some.....thing's.....but my soul can't never be extracted
Nor redacted, this is the bits that feed into my screw
I need new tools...
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