Come bare witness to this strange display of lyrical,
spiritual, and poetical scriptures that captures crowds
like slaves dragged in shackles and chains;
Close your eyes and listen as this ink from my pen
quietly whispers on this empty page, transforming the
undeclared to aware of the unscrupulous plots of the wicked
depicted as born again sinners, Sunday repenter's
and on Monday its back to their worldly ways;
can you feel where these letters that form these words are coming from?
can you relate to this subconscious mind-state?
where things are not always what they seem, can't believe
everything viewed in dreams; let us open our minds
and pray in grace; take a break from the monotony of your everyday routine
let go for an hour or so, feel the flow as you chill out and recline
your soul; it balances your aura, keeps you on point, on your toes
just in case those wicked foes come through and try to decompose your spirit; Protected by the Most High!