My fears are unnatural, the opposite is actual.
I can't help but relate, what i'm feeling is factual.
This world it seems so political and oh so practical.
So i'll remain spiritual, levitating and defying gravity, is this a miracle?

Could it be insanity from our citizens understanding of history?
All we know is vanity, there's no mystery to humanity,
so where lies victory amidst this calamity?


I'd be ****** if it's not in deity, as I write this poem or while listening to the 9th symphony.
Understanding subliminal messages in paintings as more than creativity.

Original activism has always been artistic fashion.
Infinite wisdom passed through the subconscious with a passion.


Bullets and blades can't **** ideas that would last forever.
I pray to see the day when we overcome these differences together,
with peace or whether or not it takes the apocalypse to stop the Devil.
Till my body is deceased and a spirit in heaven.

This I perceive in our near presence, judgment day is ours to face,
But never to deceive from those that choose or have chose to read all from which I have wrote.