forecasted to hit
mother earth dead in the face
father shed his wrath.

My security blanket of calling 911 got destroyed in the burning bed in which I lay my dreams down of serving and protecting people ungrateful and simply don't deserve my services. They only call me when **** ***** them up and it's them that wish to be saved. Such silly hoes. They don't want to be saved. Can't turn hoes into housewives but I learned wherever there's feelings a *** does exist, even in me cause now I'm on some *** **** with this passive aggressive ****, and until you wish to come back to this burning bed with me and see what started it to fully reconcile, it won't rain 40 days and 40 nights to fully wash out that demon and turn this bed into a waterbed. GOD isn't the typical firefighter, he won't save us from our **** ups if we don't want to be saved, we'll lead our newborns into a burning house as long as there is no happy home. GOD was knocking on our door which is our heart but represents the mind caught in sin, mind over matter, grow up and confess your sins, his ladder stretches to infinity, anything is possible, his vehicle is equipped with anything, he can save us anytime, but you gotta answer his call so he can lead you out this hell hole. And maybe I'll consider rejoining the crew, not as a captain save a **', but it's my purpose to help the people, it was a part of me that burned on that bed but with a little CPR, I could revive it to be stronger than it was before, cause now it's thankful that it lives again.

Tell me the truth about how my lively spirit gave you life again and was something to live for, lie to me about how you love me to death and shall death do us part, my life was something to die for, we're together but alone in this, enjoy and indulge in our affairs with growth that feels it lasts forever, till the truth strikes us both to see things clearly, take it serious but don't regret our last moments, know that there is light at the end of the tunnel, darkness never lasts eternity, open eyes sense reality when the speed of light constricts the pupils to the simplicity of truth, I know you know it's true because your pupils dilate in our deep conversation, allowing me to see the intimacy through the windows to your soul as simple as love causes us to see things differently than before, die with the truth that our energies could never last a moment apart from one another; put your life on it.

I slept on sleepwalking, woke conscious people can't stand to absorb the vibrations of folks who's mind is tweaked off the twilight zone, at supper time it's a wake up call that it's bed time soon, solar eclipses brought the halo effect, daylight savings time causes us to fall into the habit of taking advantage of the night as the new early morning though summer was my season of love; I had nightcaps at women's houses, my baby making time to **** and call it a day, holiday season, I was greedy but valued giving more as the world turns, becoming a grown man woke for my kids, they stay sharp from rest from the stress of this ever changing day and night, people of the world, I married venus as the man on the moon on cloud nine, haters say I'm from Mars, I'm one with the Universe!

Sometimes it feels as if you're forced to run through quicksand, it's deeply quickly tiring, quicker than it takes sand to fall out of your hands, unpleasant enough to have you second guess going to the beach allowing sand to run between your toes, it's resistance in it's most blatant form, more obvious than a smack to the face, more abrasive than the sandpaper like tough skin I drowned in tattoos that signaled tolerance and triumph over the toughest people I ever knew, but I slept on the Sandman and now I must somewhat not panic to this unfamiliar face in the face of this probably being my worst nightmare; them tattoos ain't **** for him to dispose of; I might be rich as the soil, able to house and produce much fruit from my works and be able to maintain it, but the sand wants a piece of it too and will devour it whole and be poor again fore the sand even reaches the bottom of this hourglass; time will tell how I respond.

Looking for the silver lining struck gold around the time the new year arrived with a new resolution that I will rush towards profiting prolifically, unapologetically, though not a copper thief this time. I take back the setbacks I placed many in cause now I find with greater power comes more responsibility to respond to. The midas touch I may possess but turning water into wine is my greatest aspiration that trumps any means of charisma I felt I had to flaunt. I attended a ball one night and felt that I was ready for the world but got anxious when the first challenge presented itself to feel honored to give the world to the President's daughter. I feel treated like a stepchild now plus I feel resentment towards my father figure, Mr.Washington who influenced me to think I never had enough to start with. So as I came with what I had, my resolution became infamous as the epic fail though I was great enough to find a place in the library of congress, take that father!

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