Caged in the land of Dreams

They shunned me, planned to gun me. For being true to me. I take accountability for my actions. Some never knew how I had to play them left. Not knowing the battle, I was facing. Not aware of the enemy that seek.

I saw her in a vision covered in a long black dress. She poked her head around the mudded domain she called home. She doesn’t see no wrong in her actions. I am not the demon you fear. I am the Warrior that was sent to stop the fiery rains. The locus from eating your flesh.

The higher power birth me in a healing flame. Dropped be here like bombs of Baghdad. I know little about gigantic morals. Some have tried to manipulate me into. Committing their sins, tried to wrap me in the spirits they wouldn’t tolerate to see in their abyss of deep trans.

I listen to I am Affirmations in this time was not a rhyme. That was straight facts. My mind packed with harmful visions. Mistreated misguided misunderstood just to be painted as a villain. I stand they yell protect that great light of love and light.

He not from here. He’s an evader from the chariots that was read about in your man nip population.

They form weapons to harm and take him out. He will rise. He will overcome the tar burn on his golden flesh. This is just a physical appearance that was placed here to attract the chosen few. Her love and her touch longed for. He sees now that this place was just to teach the affects of the toxic love created by the painters of false teachings to keep the sheep under the shepherds striking stick.

Somebody in the somebody the father of the son of the virgin. He was forgiven the first minute ago. The waters of the red wine see flows through the funnels. Pumped freely by the brain of feeling. Grateful to feel the energies that adore his presence. Grateful to feel the envy and the jealousy. Sent to experience od this duality called live or die, good or evil.

After the celebration of self-expression. He is caged for doing just that. He searches and protects the only seed not his, just a seed that shares a percentage of his lineage. He was giving the ability to see his reality in the heighten rise. While the eyes of the zombies only see their routine continue. The heavens have shown him on the throne.

The heavens have shown him walking roads of gold. He has seen the flesh rise out of the thorns of the roses tying him to the slavery of haunting love of others. He is covered by the blood of strong women and men. That never had the ability to experience the being they were given. As well as queens and kings that at a time were the glue of the families. His cousin who was slain by the burning iron that ripped his insides.

Grandmothers and grandfathers that smile down at his persistence. He is not the recreation that is meant to be taken lightly, nor harmed. He is as it was to become. He is golden, he is the healing of the calm fires, he is the flame of the angry waters that rises the lost souls. He is the golden ray of light that produces the current sea in all direction up, left, right and from underneath.

He is not perfect, That is what make him the complete being. He remember whom he is and what he is. Through the storm he rises from the flaming flooded pits. He shakes back, the dirt pushed down. He clawed out and risen a star. Gloomy in the dark sky, guiding the lost and unfounded to their destination.