The Inner works reflect on the outside.
The heart is covered with a gold chest that cannot be congest.
No room for stress, embrace with less,
make room for access to press forward and caress my rest toward to be my own very best.
Every preparation compressed me to succeed every test that is assessed.
My guess is attest what is revealed what I addressed.
Every progress I request came from the force I was willing to invest.
Im not oppressed nor impressed, I’m obsessed in how I bless.
From the north south—east to west
I can’t deny or hide what I confess, I am very blest man.
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