Dripping with blood, down I lay, A temporal rest before I begin again. Letter for letter my heart beats ur name. I remember creating this tree, now we are one and the same. The iron burns my hands, the iron burns my feet. This crown given, Kings dont retreat. My aflictors sigh in uneducated disgust, as I quote my fore father, Who has long since become dust. A quote that they completely fail to recognize. My tongue becomes leaven, Left out to the mice. I see the joy set before me, its as bright as a new borns first smile. My lungs ache, my chest begs me to elevate my thinking. Not betrayed but glorified, Union never broken only perfected. Son embrace your mother, Mother embrace your son. I go, after a time to the father, When I go the helper will come. Kings glorify in this mystery, I feel a warmth pass over my body, a decision made to seal this victory. The helper has come.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Jul 2013 00:06:34 +0000
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