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The beast speaketh with articulate tact
As a matter of fact
Faith is the very thing that ‘I’ being the beast had lacked.
I can no longer just sit back and react to falsified documented “factsâ€.
As I recite the light given forth with a tinge and a bite
I speak forth with infinite might
Deepened by the darkness we see in the night
We all need some kind of closure to help with our over all balance & composure
We have too many minds that are blind and closed up & confined
Speaking in a spectacular, highly elevated vernacular
Between the lines all we are shown is the blur
Shown to the world to blind me, you, him & her
Trying not to stutter, slip and/or slur.
There is none like me who exist and could even be close to similar
I’m too estranged, deranged
Lost my process, my progress.
So now I’m going to take a moment of recess
To get these thoughts off my chest
Not to gas myself up or try to impress
Never the less it just happens to be that I am linguistically blessed
To train my mind to utter words of blessings
While discussing my many taught lessons
Now I must redirect your train of thought
Back to the fights I had the wisdom to have fought
Fought and lost in many battles
Even when I heard the snakes rattle
Guess that what makes me absurd
‘Cause I still chose to sit on the saddle
I was dumb enough to row as fast as I can with one paddle
So I obviously went in one cosmic circular motion
And for too many years this beast made such commotion
Seeking to move in forward motion
But being immobilized in my mind ‘cause I was blind
Thought that I was rich and dressed in such fine
The most comfortable and well-knit linen
But then I realized the war I wasn’t winning
And I continued my sinning
All the while the serpent had been mocking me and grinning
I must admit that there came a day that I chose to stray
I chose to sway and felt compelled to delay my desire to pray
So in a rut for nearly 15 years is where I stayed
I stood on the shore of the sea
Stared at the seven headed beast and realized it was me
And as I took note
That one of the heads awoke and its neck was broke
I teared up and had a big knot in my throat
Because the wounded head was painted red
They thought it meant it was dead
But the fatal wound was healed
And the truth of the beast to me was revealed
And a book by John was written
Because the look of the beast being human-like, got him smitten
He then took his time to have that book written before he had been bitten
And to recognize the lies, the cries and tears in so many eyes
Had coerced by how they dispersed words towards the universe
And by focused planning and scheming
The small minority had stopped the majority from dreaming
And now most people bleed in small amounts
So minute, that we can not refute
That the serpent plays beautifully the world flute
To have the masses follow
But only those whom are hollow
And who woke up to be shallow
Not worried about today, but worry more about tomorrow
So a moment of yours I am forced to borrow.
We gotta be in full submission to fulfill the great commission
And against lies, there could be no omission
So the subjugation of the nation of heresy
Is here to see
The truth about you & me
Being the same in name
The one chosen to fulfill prophecy
Not prophetic language of anguish
But used to metaphorically & metaphysically
And to quite intrinsically
Utterly destroy what the devil wants to employ
Used as a manifestation of a satanic decoy and whimsical toy
But from the ground as I arose
Like out of concrete came forth this rose
From the ghetto and gutter
To speak powerful words that few men are blessed to utter
God had to make sure that my words could not be misconstrued or misused
So I was learned in language mastery as a mystery to not stutter
So the children of men could not be confused
So feeling completely enthused
One being considered the earths refuse
I take rest and refuge
From the coming satanic delusory deluge
Many hearts will fail and their souls pulled in like from the power of a tsunami
Playing games like spiritual origami
As we transform ourselves from one person to yet another being
Stipulations of truth is that from God we shouldn’t be fleeing
But taking measures to be decreeing
Many minds have opened up and should be flying due to their freeing
For the lion of the tribe of Judah will come forth
On the clouds of the heavens will he first be seen from the North
For he at that time will control the winds and all elements known to man
And whoever is sealed with the seal of God will be taken
While the remainder will be burnt into powder like sand
Both root & branch shall they be totally consumed
And from that moment forward
No one will any longer presume or assume
Because this writing is a prelude
To reveal - That the majority are spiritually nude
Although we think we’re dressed in rich & lavish clothing
Our heavenly father who is all knowing
Is taking his time to be revealing & showing
That much, of humanity is abrasively crude
Thinking we are prudent like Jude
We are actually horrifically aloof and spiritually nude
And as I was forced to be awakened
By being squeezed and forcefully shaken
The oil from me came forth only as I was consistently pressed
Speaking of how I became stronger when I was weakened not to impress
But to help others digest what I’m blessed to manifest in the flesh
Using common language of my anguish
And how there was a time that me, being the beast I was told to be vanquished
But I could not just vanish so I had to relinquish
So when God looks at me He would be able to distinguish
That I am poor, undressed, and seek for his love, wisdom, and forgiveness
And then He spoke to me and said that “through your talent you must be a witnessâ€!
So I took note of what was said and then took to then write what I wrote
So I can reveal what I was given power to smote
And like the smoke that ascends forever
God made me weak to strengthen me
‘Cause my spirit He had to make sure He would sever
To show that even what we consider to be his foolishness
Is divinely inspired and intellectually superior and clever!
Thus look at me now.
I sit back and wonder why, when or how
He could accomplish the love he administers through his ministers of truth
Utilizing my transgression and emotional suppression to be my own form of proof
Now I’m more able to identify & clearly see
That He not only loves you, but he loves me individually
And not spoken sarcastically
But how he could love a wretched person like me is beyond me, you see?!
But here I am and hope to continue to remain
For I have requested to have my sins detested
To help me know when I am being tested
And since that has been an object and subject of my deepest of prayers
I now know that God still has to dig through my many suppressed and self-ridden layers
But my prayers are already in the ‘answer process’.
Because my ability to use words with such agility and stability
Makes me realize that he is listening very closely to me…
... So here I shall be and remain, sane in world that’s insanely mundane
Using His text in context to use as a spiritual vortex to lift me like a crane
And to better understand the pretext
And no longer suppress, oppress or undermine my progress
For the race is still being run with much tedious labor for eventual fun
Knowing that where I pray and hope to go
There will be only His divine peaceful warm presence and no need for the sun!
SkTzO
