I break and repair to take and remake to make anew something that was once old. Like two sweaters into one hoody two pockets with one sting pulled tight to keep light warm in the dark cold I fix things. Wired to electronic pulses to wire to grounded faucets only to avoid electronic faults It's like electronics talks to me... through you God. I fix things. unbroken no need to enhance like factory to after market to change the stance just for a glance where is your satisfication in your creation always sad never happy always changing just to please my selfish devotion to worldly looks appearance's and the crooks lust. I fix things its a must. My father planted his seed to make a tree than you banzaied me dwarfed me in your little pot twisted my arms with wires fashioned me to your choices then sent mockers to heckle your disfigurement mental stressing punishment all to your amusement then give me the ablity to fix things unseen stranger with your whispering menace I'm still living so your not finished the testing. the struggle before the blessing the storm before the calming the trail by fire the same with gold purifying and other precious metals. I fix things. like the rain for a drought or a friend to the lonely Striving for contact from the only source without strife. My Lord what happen to my life? I fix things. still some repairs I can not see I'm broken yet I can not fix me.
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