I am constantly attempting away,
Away from the mentality of judgement of others
Acknowledging my own imperfections
Knowing there has never been a measure of perfection
But just the expression of our intellectuality
However, There has and always is a measure of imperfection
Yet, we rather shy away from reality
And label them failures and ours mistakes
Illusioning/illuding our own mentalities of judgement
The reality is,
There is a reason why we are all different
And that reason should not make any difference
Same as the reason we need many-different ingredients to make one final product

Money was made by a person
Career was made by a person
Material riches was made by a person
Soul was created by the creator
If that we as people can overstand

(Hail-all-Jah)
HalleluJah
Africa heil all mighty creator
Sons and daughters of the soil
Cover foil baptised in fossil oil
Spirit brethed by the Creator Thyself
Gods below angels, gods above angels
Wealth of freewill,
Wealth of wisdom
Soil wealthy with minerals, minerals composing earth
Birth by mother-nature
Minerals baptised by fire become power
Minerals burned become fossil
Multiply freewill with power , you equal wealth
"Apply yourself to supply your wealth"
It is what we inherit from the creator,
With all the inherited creation of the galaxy
With each planet inheriting its own creation
"Let your will be done on earth as it is in heaven"
Directed by the stars (angels) in the galaxy
Wealth is by ancestor from the creator,
Hallelujah
(Hail-all-Jah)

I gave you time, you wanted more
I gave you love, you wanted more
I gave you me, you wanted more
The more i give, the more you take
The more you want, the more i need
I give you all until there is nothing more to give
And yet i feel empty without you
And yet i feel you don't fill my emptiness
You are shallow with happiness
I am hallow in halo with happiness with peace
Seems we are living parallel lives
As we are living in parallel times
Experiencing parallel emotions

We all have an
Artistic flare
Some with words
While others paint
With colors
Songs written
Voices heard
Others make
You laugh
Or even cry
Some can touch
You
With words
Or a sympathetic
Hand
Everyone is an
Artist
With a different canvas
To paint on
Everyone has their
Own Style



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