It would appear that I am a sheep being lead to slaughter, that's far from the truth heart filled with laughter. I simply serve the master; my conscience mind I did gather,it's only covered with matter. What's the matter just reread the latter: moving on, faster.
I can make the unseen formed from my dreams into real physical touchibal things. That's rings of eternity: it's crazy how you never heard of me.
Back to three; mind soul and body, trinity. I can put words together witally; I wonder if God see's the old like a withering tree?
Poor stray sheep, your in over your head, your in to deep; but now I have watches that bling and dreads that swing. Filled with Elohim traveling to my Destiny the lion of Judah walking next to me: who want test me.
Poor stray sheep our Shepard is calling; some of you have forgotten were you have fallen: I am created in the image of God, not Ricky Patrick or Bob.
Sheep don't be robbed you have royal garbs women, Venus, man,mars, stars. Distant planet, speaking spirit hear this; relentless abyss. This: the shit, words are pretty accurate. Severe melt down starts with the crown; my saviors was brown. He lives in me, his whispers have become loud. God I only want to move the crowd.
Loud, loud, shout. No doubt it is from innocence, bliss pasture, sheep: rest.
Blackhemmingway~2014©
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