This is a lament it also is a condemnation of three nations ole glory your red and white and blue stands
Guilty with the Union Jack and the nation where the Ganges freely flows born in the first educated in the
Second and the third is nation of origin for your family so from New York to London then to Bollywood
The final wrap wasn’t on a movie set
The scene walk into her bedroom her face the lighter color of the Ganges when you are looking at the
Surface with the sun shining brown and light and then the glorious brown hair flowing down the
Perfect match dark black eyes that hold you in a spell with their depth and penetrating power nose and
Mouth and chin completes a fresh perfect face it says movie goddess or it did say now the only thing
Said in this black void the completeness of soundless brooding that only death conjures is a policeman
Says cut her down her life did not end here in the true sense it was voided when the American people
Scripted a different story they took a perfect foundation laid by the founding fathers a nation founded
On the idea and principal of a godly people being giving a nation where they would live by a Holy
Standard and it would be preserved and guide their posterity into the last generation what has
Happened is erosion and then a blatant sham proposing itself for the original therefore allowing the
Pretense and mockery of the Holy treasure that made us different and gave us the perfect atmosphere
For continuous growth now the fertile righteous land is a cesspool one of pollution distortion and
Dishonor every wickless is practiced openly when the word says if individuals or nations act so they will
Be turned into hell we left every semblance of right living then expect A Holy God to bless us individually
And as a nation what scorn we invite from Heaven and then with utter distain we maintain we are pure
Decedents of our forebears all the while we spit and spewed filth on their good names and then have
The gall to defame others as unworthy she was long dead before the noose went around her beautiful
Neck, rope was once braided by three strands in this case England and India is the other two strands
How proudly we hail railing is the truer word John Wesley and George Whitfield came on the scene by
Gods hand when England was at the brink and set to go over barbaric gin was the plague and Bain this is
How degenerate and cheap life was a woman killed a baby threw it in a ditch and then sold its clothes
For money to buy drink and it wasn’t just the poor it reached up through the highest and lofty corridors
Of the church hierarchy down to the lowest priest and the castle was not spared ether their acts were
On a course of self destruction and by Wesley and Whitfield alone standing in fields after they were
Rejected by the established churches sound familiar with Bible in hand and espousing Holy words they
Turned the tide of destruction in England where and why are their words not preserved today because
Men and woman refuse to be led and guided by that which is holy because their hearts are set on every
Evil desire from England’s new life in God William Carry a lowly cobbler stood on footing provided by
Faith alone and said “Expect great things from God, Attempt great things for God and on the blue river
Of Indigo blue dye India came to know the true God the great gulf was bridged false fire of heathen
Teaching exposed by the fire of truth forever and always will it hold back the darkness but only
When holy men and women sacrifice themselves through watchfulness and holy prayer this did
Not happen and this modern child of all three of these nations came to this tragic end know you
Not the hour it is your hour of visitation we don’t have to die the unfortunate way she did but
Without a proper response and life we will suffer natural and spiritual death which is called
Second death there is no escape the word says if we neglect such a great salvation

I wasn’t thinking about you, all my layers are peeled
So what cha doing here, or were you tucked away back there
Stuck like a headstone on the wrong grave, spoiled pear
See I’ve worked by the circle, for the cone, in the square
As the microwaves singed my back-of-neck hairs
I’ve worn ****** on my tongue, heart and sleeves
I’ve known moral decadence and faithless deeds
But when my number’s up will I seek rest
Or stick around to see what’s next
Cause every time I think of something good
Genie instead sends Mr. reaper in his hood
And flesh only loves the latest grain of scandal
Gloating over others’ skin of shame with wickless candles
If we can’t enjoy what’s given, why give the gifts at all
And how is there a Jesus if everybody falls
The wizened saints and wizards stumble stealthily in the sunset
Law of attraction, more like Russian roulette

Wickless and wingless I won't burn or fly,
and the ash tray is full but still I cannot rise.

how do I still love you when everything screams to let you go
how do i still care when your icy  goodbye left me cold as snow
How do i still need you when you left me swinging
from high to low
How do i still feel you, when your silloute is but a ghost
no longer want to be here ,without you not a home
loneliness the darkness silence
dictates the melody of your metranome

tears falling to the sound of raindrops, emotions twisted cycloned
shards of glass all around, broken soul by happiness disowned

heart screaming, the devil  he knows
you left me, a candle, wickless to the bone,
shine blown out by your lies, tears me to tears, rivers I cry, heart turned to stone

leaving me lifeless, ready to fight less
lay down and just drown.
leaving me broken severed deboned
increasingly seemingly love was disowned
miss your soothing tone, all i can do is scream at my phone

loneliness wont leave me alone, feels i should atone
measured  never known lost my pleasant tone
every thought my displeasure shown
every last  pleasure stolen,  hope overdosed
it's lifeless forever on this dangling rope
never so i cant cope
tangled up in a strangeling grip
lifes book angrily wrote

truthful note to heaven it wish to float.
sad notes emotions tearing a dog fight
truth your enemy it took flight
bad nights  functions disabled,
lies keeping me awake at night
tribulations my daily plight
no modern knight
felt tall with you, disheveled I lost all height
faulting  with ease, the stranger in the mirror staring back at me, he lost his fight, dont think he'll ever be all right.


this the end for me, love and i will never be
friends again from it  i flee
all i can do  get lost in reverie
reliving hapiness in memories under pretense
treachery
whatever be honestly I dont have the energy, i feel i will never heal not in this century

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silently fading into the dark
the only candle burning wickless
soon extinguished, it leaves no remark
cold; embracing this fateful sickness

open the door to the ceaseless storm
vacated comfort; confronting the rain
lightning strikes - its sound; the final horn
an absolute end to this seething pain