As in any hurricane, the eye of lifes storms bring calm. The perfect time to align any pain, before the rains of disdain come to witness from which it came, bow thou brow, howl out loud, how bout yall, exclaim His name, the perfect time to fall in line, under a sturdy frame, away from shames, how bout all bow our heads, let us pray, as the bass-lined thunder drums, the sky quakes, opens up, to your knees, fall upon, amazing grace, going up, thank You Jesus for getting us made, soldier in Gods Family, not a soldier or boss, like Kanye or Ricky Ross, no vanity, no, this Boss made Hydrogen, they call following Him insanity; and following Lady Gaga is cool cause; she gotta grammy, a statue, a golden tattoo, problem like wha-aaaaattt, I got breaking news for you, Mr. Id like to thank God, He may think credit for idol worshipping is odd, oh its not, then He thanked God for what, oh his blessings, NOT, I seen the red carpet walk, time for stressing, surprise meet George Jetson, no acceptance speech, just, his daughter Judy, who is Jane his wife, Bobby Brown kids movie, not too many thank you speeches given here, when will things ever seem clear, we just drank it a lot, two shots of Everclear is an epidural shot, that makes liver rot, like an epidural shot, we are as alive as lightning, my thoughts, and God made both, right, we know we are alive from the electricity seeping, these are all science, their findings, mean nothing if souls shot, they told us this, no lying, that energy never dies, so now what; If mine can be a line on an EKG sign, when I die, and my time line turns flat time, like the flat line war cry, COLD BLUE, STAT!, my last vital sign, rushed somewhere right, these your facts, yeah that little Light of Mine refracts then transmutes to liquids and gas as our last bowels pass, those atoms break down to ions to become photon light particles, the spirit can never end, it is not the sum of its parts, it gets dim, goes out, clear, recharged, the soul is every parts of its heart, the nucleis, now as we look at this, let there be light is no myth, atheist say big bang started life from a void of abyss, from solar wind to sub atomic ion to Im lying again I made the first part up, so as I take flight with you all in this G-5 going up, giving God a high five, go look up G5, and Im nuts, so you must be jive, I will grab a club soda, and spew in the eye of a lukewarm soldier, I say this, the Light I reference makes me a Christian a religion of men who hate the very dark matter, gone first, with solar wind, and if the original man was found in Africa, then well done is my skin of Adam, place NASA, said another Earth is half unhabitable, so laughable, now I know why medium rare is end, looks like we were cooking first, in this melting pot they boil us, like a colored boy taking film up a skirt, a whistle killed a kid, like skittles did Trayvonn, so I join Pac and love the kids, like trick daddy, and pop warner football, and will pop off like snoop did, hats of for Snoop and the Game for the self KKK slaying of a whistleblown Moreno Valley kid..That Angel is home ans you demons know what it is, so I better go, Angels and Demons, we both want to live so let the war go, but protect both sides, no more kids, no civilians unless affiliated on the matter that money generates, kill the cancer of stupidity, it already penetrates, I am quiet so boo me.. Damien Bonds
Posted on: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 10:14:11 +0000
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