conversation

Dear heavenly father can we talk; I need you to walk and talk with me today; the wicked one is out and he don't play. Keep my soul elevated past Seoul; the grave. God I am your slave so there is no last days, who I am is light covered with clay.
When the temple was built there were no sounds of tools searching for Solomon's temple; there I sit, vestibule. I know it's cool; taken fools to school learned the  golden rule Holden on by a thread; spool.
I wonder what's beyond the firmament, any guess it's wrong; quit, that's Gods secret.
God are you with me: are you hearing me is it your wisdom that's pushing this pen inside of me; I wanna know these things God, I think. Poise to push for the brink ;swaggy with mine get down like car seats.
And if I hear a beat: let's just say I go for mine in these streets; I'm pretty cold with it; unique.
If your still with me peep the great architect and feel the effects of the deadly venom mixed with ancient wisdom from Kemit; spit. 

He came down from the cross and rose with the keys of Thoth  the halls of Valhalla he did walk.

Its a hard pill to Swallow but some Christians hearts are empty; hollow. We are the new era of kings; follow. So just so you know you can receive this fast or slow; but that's it, like the light of a candle when the wind blows.

Blackhemmingway~2014π

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