the flesh

Lord, take this flesh from me, so that i can walk in eternity. 

i seek peace but as it seems not everyone thinks like me, seems they have a mind that is sick and diseased.

dead souls not living; i stay on a whole other level, stuck on giving; of self and riches is pure bliss.

when i look for you in church God, all i see is hypocrites screaming at me, yelling heretic: but I know because of you is why i even exist. in my fathers image; a speaking spirit; I am enriched.

God I know the mystic smoke arose it tokes inside my minds infinite eye is pure energy its I and I.

the others are lost to me: wandering, no destiny. My destiny is my empire, Babylons root is built from liars sent from hell fires.

I attract my desires, if we reap what we sow, then what is being sown will: behold the gift of God.

accept the gift of Grace the Lord himself has shined on my face, wicked sons of Cain are a disgrace; not passing life's test thy rather sow into the flesh; bless.

from the royal crest, we gain more from having less.

within these walls of the flesh, is a gift. nothing else but it is important; you can have the rest.

loss interest in the world; i detest, this skin, its keeping me from getting in, its like i'm trapped in sin.

that's why the older i get, the skin is so thin that I explode into everything and everywhere with one, the all.

this is mans condition after our fall. until then i will read the kabbala and wait for the call of my father to take this flesh from me; infinity wandering, me

Blackhemmingway~2014©