General (Vol. 1)
Pressure
- Heavenly Mother 
Of my loving brother 
Please ask Him for some extra love today:
My muscles are tightening,
The sky feels like lightning
And although I am trying, I'm losing my way. 
 - The fierce competition 
with no inhibition
Is crushing the best of my heart into dust;
The Tempting and taunting 
And venting and vaunting 
Are leading me into narcotics and lust.
 - Yet in the far distance 
Of freedom and innocence
I remember the story of You and Your son;
But I really have missed you 
When I should have kissed you  
For all that He stood for and all he got done. 
 - I remember He said 
That until we were dead
There was always a prospect of love and release,
So in this sane recess 
between hype and distress 
This is my tiny prayer for a route back to peace.