Through the fires of the flames things change,
But quietly they remain the same,
Waking with nightmares shaking, sweaty, and scared
The three S's searching my location
But I'm ducked off like Bruce banner with 365days since a
Episode;
Animal released into the concrete jungle battling for bones and
Scraps, the monster inside is growing in massive portions,
Learning old tricks to enhance the gift blessed with sacred script;
Woman life is the truth:
Wake with conscious thoughts about man, woman, and child;
Father, Mother, Child;
No longer raising wild, mislead, children;
Back to the village raising the seeds,
Growing with good nourishment,
sufficient recreation,
and an abundance of intelligence;
Attracted to the physical,
tired of the same usual,
change the mental visual,
no longer feeling miserable;
Joy reigning supreme throughout the vessel,
Nothing should threaten you,
and if you lose a piece of your faith,
I'm living proof to inform you that God is real and His word is True Truth…