God fears no man – creator of existence, in the composition that
spoke life and oxygen to all you creatures. Some pray their prayers
as Christian, few times aloud as a victim – walking on surface of
earth, we crowd it with pollution for the nectar of wealth, spreading
seeds for what is made from personal growth – the birds and the
bees.

Pollinating the stigma to our young, that they have all the time to
be dumb. Hatching all of your fears to your son you call chum;
fishing the picture of plenty fish in the sea – did you at least
teach him how to swim. Figuratively!

Though quite literally; the bait of addiction is the idea that everyone
does it as a passage of growth. The world finds success in us
following a uniform message, their wickedness to clothe…

Us, against the world, though parts of the world believe they’re
greater than God.

I truly hope it all washes away
The guilt, complacency and your fears
That like the flood, it cleanses it all
You start anew, forget what you knew
Sleep without worry, dream and never fret
It'll all wash away, be free of your chains

i should learn *******.

not the spider on the wall,
tenant with no real wherewithal.

not the neighbours sheep,
who make me lose my sleep.

i should learn ******* my brother; anger.

until i learn *******,
my heart's incessant aria
will sing of a mangled furia.

a twist of cain, please guide my hand,
cut everything out wherever you land.

father of ******, i am your son,
don't disown what your faith had won.

When I will die, the world will keep its pace,
Unfazed by my absence, in its infinite grace,
The sun will rise, casting its morning glow,
Life will move forward, as it always does so.
When I will die, the skies will still be blue,
The stars will shine brightly, in the night's hue,
The seasons will turn, from spring to fall,
Nature’s grand cycle, embracing us all.
When I will die, memories will linger on,
In the hearts of those who’ve known me, even when I'm gone, Echoes of laughter, whispers of love,
Will weave through time, like a gentle dove.
When I will die, let there be peace,
A quiet end, a serene release,
No mourning, no sorrow, just a gentle farewell,
As I journey onward, where dreams dwell.
When I will die, I'll find my place,
Among the stars, in boundless space,
A soul set free, to roam and explore,
In the infinite vastness, forevermore.

why must i hold on to a light
that doesnt approve of me?

HIS dream of gold
is mistaken for dirt
that taints the hearts
of the most clement

light-bound revered idol in the sky
preaches velvet soft respect for all
and  yet, it seems all too wrong
considering all believe opposite
but then call themselves  
              'saved'

A Galilean has met the cross
His followers, all hope is lost
A crucifix, stuck in the mud
The ground beneath: soaked with blood.

The King of Jews, the cross it reads
The Romans laugh while he breaths
Forgive them Father, out he calls
And when he dies the temple falls.

His body hangs from the tree
And with his life he pays the fee
Of those who walk in evil's path
So they shan't feel Satan's wrath.

Another man from Bethany
Sings a separate melody
Although he finds his own tree
He swings from it far from free.

This man's greed bought him in
Forever known in history's sin
His death had paid no holy price
Nor did it win him paradise

Judas was this man's name
The silver coins won his fame
And while the Lord rises soon
Judas meets a lonely tomb.

Inspiration "The man who views the world at 50 the same as he did at 20 has wasted 30 years of his life,” - Muhammad Ali

I've done some things in my past I'm not particularly fond of. I was just a lost soul trapped in the underworld. Surrounded by some demons I would say they were possessed. I grew up around drugs, gangs and seen all sorts of mess.

I was born a ******* brought into this world out of wedlock. With no father figure I feel I was doomed from the start. My thirst for knowledge made me come off as kind of odd cause in a den of thieves I only wanted to serve God.

Yet I was young, I was naiive and so I fell to temptations, that's what happens when you're green in a world controlled by Satan. I put myself in situations where I had to make a choice one would build me up and the other would destroy.

I knew I was doing wrong when I thought cops were my enemies but failed to see the ones who pulled my strings were fallen entities.

I traveled far into the underworld
but some how made it out and when I did there was God who said my child I never doubt.

So yea I've done some things in my past I'm not particularly fond of but now I am free and if you only know the old me you no longer know me... Peace be unto you.

Copyright. Sean Antonio Tyson

1 Peter 1:14: "So you must live as God's obedient children. Don't slip back into your old ways of living to satisfy your own desires".