“Spell Wrong!” Groomed with imaginary thoughts, zoomed in as youth playing games using cartridges: such as Mario Bros and Ninja Turtles. But yet Winnie The Pooh was my favorite. Why do I asked? God he knows! When man’s main duty is to encourage others. While mankind, don’t even know thyself? Hands smell like, it’s fresh cut seasonings without peeling onions for days. Feelings left eyes dried, exhumes till red. I smell powdered sulphur burning; feelings of love hits my ribs though the missing piece’s year pass is old News.” Spell Wrong!”

I reminisce on or about 1 afternoon in the blizzard of 1999 as the wind and the snow wallops. When My Father was here before, he spoke of truth but some didn’t believe him? He worked many miracles within thine sights yet still no one believed him? Did he not, told us who he was? Exousia gives the praise as wallops to Thy Lord Jesus Christ and savior of humans souls. If words were numbers, mine would be major. Listening to or playing sports, numbers are the only thing that counts. Whether I’m listening through the side widows or I’m seeing through the front window I’ve took a vow but still wishing to remain silent. When my coterie of life is circles less. Sentences and phrases becomes multiple, multitasking physically and mentally; drain brain fluid like drainage of water from sewage. Splattered brain marrows, picknie(child) future light is now narrowed. Who’s to blame? Who’s to judge? He who without a sin cast the 1st.stone! Why can’t we rely on self jury’s and judge not to mention policing self mentality. Psychological-cops, fake judges who judged me to the pit is the stop. When some don’t believe in you just be sure the belief is self. They wallops to glorify in my storyline to be only about life’s struggles. My life’s being edited in seconds, as demons demonstrate black magic. My father has kept be grounded, words becomes unbounded. Gallops and then I have became dumbfounded. On or about then a little blue robin bird came to sing. When they’re 9-10 personalities who’s to tell which 1, can I explore? Has thoughts gallops in my mind, hearing shoutings from distant places. Frequencies intertwined, disrupted by being miseducated. When the communities driving you to do more than 1 numbers? In these trending attitudes is only questions? Knowing that you can even hear me through my vocals, box; don’t try to be your abused avoid being an abuser. Can I blame my mind from running tracks with my thoughts? Do we blame Christ, for falling in love with my heart? When dialect is segregated words do comes apart. Broken heart from the start ruined from the past. Locked and placed a location device in my temple to pirate all my thoughts? “Spell wrong!” *Exousia*