Grateful Heart - Kel Armstrong
Grateful heart, aware and awakened
one that was marked for misery
from the hills of hissing whores
whores of hell hallelujah.
I am the rose
blown to blossom from the balance
for heaven and human sake
I am the rose they now praise.
I pay no homage to my afflatus
but to Him, divine, source of my success.
I bear no malevolence
for the tenebrous thoughts of my
nor for the verisimilitude of their vagary lies
nor for their vested badinage of mockery;
Their scornful smiles spurred my success to speed.
With the sonorous songs of my mother
and the hate of the lady I once loved;
I appeased my wounded wings _______
And him, savior of all
watered my sweat, grateful fall.