I was thinking to myself about my
destiny; heavenly. What will I become; from the sun, explosion star reminisce;
far, distance a walking star with eyelids. Is the body like an apple tree;
seed, planted in the planet. Third eye see’s, with the Holy Spirit I do agree.
What happens to the electricity
that’s in me, that’s who I am, it is me. Funny thing about energy; it’s not
born, nor can it decease. And it’s in me and you, let us agree. That it cannot
be named; insane. Its very essence runs through my vain, no pain.
With that in me I will never die
walk into the new life; ether spirit speaker whisper with the undertone. Blood and bones operate.
The soul in control, I walk with him; corroborate. I am who I am wont alternate
to thinking about my destiny.
Dreaming of hieroglyphs pyramids
the pharaoh and shit; I am exist as a walking speaking spirit, verbal bombs
desecrate; smear it. Light lightning fast, Lear jet. Walking this world of
pain, Jesus wept; we tend to forget. Truth hurts stomach; upset with the outcome
we run to the son, past the sun. Eden.
Sweden sweetish to Bangladesh feels
my ish and isims mind beautiful; prism, wisdom loaded new words; weapons
system, on the block; slang them birds, Verbs fearsome. Ink kill em brains
spill em get em sick em this instant break away from the system and anarchy;
back to the beginning my destiny. Mind alchemy; sage.Words powerful; stage. Mind
engaged on Elohim our life; paid. Forever; slave.
Blackhemmingway~2014π
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