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“Almost” poem by Ezekiel Azonwu is a must listen for every body(transcription included below):
One of the most dangerous terms in English dictionif it could be translated into audio it would sound likepbb-bb-bb-bb from the saxophone of Lisa Simpsontwo words designed and strategically combinedto form the biggest oxymoron in the history of mankindALL-MOSTBut see, as far as the world’s concerned, you could live your life vileand could almost get away with murder if you had a nice smileyou could almost meet folks just to almost sleep aroundand stop at your local clinic while you almost had a child.see, ‘almost’ is no stranger to Satan. Here’s proof:he only tells lies when they’re almost the truthand it’s amazing in our incompleteness we find complacencebut if almost is one of Lucifer’s many traitsthen we are inadvertently good Satan impersonationsBut on the contrary, Christ did his job fullyand he proved he was God when he died on the cross like it was his dutyand to pardon my iniquities that I commited rudelyhe resurrected from the grave just to tell death to excuse mebut excuse me, this is your life and that’s something I can’t impose onbut your body is God’s home which was alone about to get forclosed onSee, an almost Christian looks right but lives wrongCan’t stand the conviction in Romans so they sit down to be comforted in PsalmsNever understood worship but loved to sing songs like I surrender all. . .MOSTCuz it’s far to expensive to spend your life on something that doesn’t appeal to your five sensessee, nowadays, Christianity is like a Louis rag–no function or use but we just rock it cuz it’s stylishnot righteous, but right-ishSo now all God sees is a pile of ISHmael’s when he intended for Isaac’sAnd we’re moved by how we feel so we’re saved when we feel like itso technically we’ve never really been saved we merely tried it.So no wonder why we’re never sold out when we return it after we buy itLet me break it down because you need to bewarethat your life could lack the very standards that need to be thereCuz on that final day of judgment while God’s receiving his heirwill he say, Son, well done or [spits] medium rare!Cuz even by earthly standards it would be highly insaneto start spending all of your money days before you almost get paidlike parents, you wouldn’t send your kids to a school that’s almost safeand ladies, would you really date a man who claims he’s almost straight?and this is the very thing about God that we all try to get aroundbut his standards are like between two mountains–no middle groundso a halfway life is unprofitable to youcuz after all the Sunday service, Bible studies, and prayer meetingsand everything that goes between, God will say I never knew youBut that’s not even the worst part of living your life as neutralit’s that you were once arctic but it is your lukewarmness that is causing him to spew youand this is the very thing that had meI was bound and held down by the unforgiving gravity of my spiritual realityI was a Christian, or at least I portrayed the fantasyWith a filthy personal life but a “God bless you brother, how you doin’ sister?” personalityI was a male enveloped by guilt because I was stamped a sinnerMy message couldn’t be received because I didn’t represent the sender yet I was almost deliveredTill that one day when I totally, absolutely and completely surrenderedI took heed to a modern prophet who proclaimed it was time for changenow I’m no longer bound to sin point-blank off the chainYou can ask Umar Abdul Mutallab, he’ll tell you the same–you don’t almost go to jail when you almost blow up a planelike you don’t almost go to hell when you almost get saveddespised the cross that he was slain and thus the cause for which he camebut don’t worry i’m almost done, but before i leave this stagewe have all worked in sin and death was minimum wagebut if it wasn’t for Christ we would have almost got paid