Need time for self; working out some personal and worldwide issues. Some helpers say they’re helping. But their help is a trifling amount, atom. Thoughts alone of crippleness or paralysis will be dreadful. Does it matter where you’ve relocated? You’ll find yourself around the same mindset of people, especially the mires. Might not ever get the chance to let some knows the truth of Christ. His majesty, light through every darkness. It’s foolish to trust your foe but your foe is pretending to be a friend. What other else route they’ll use to slit your throat? Who has the remote? Who am I talking about? Standing too close to a metal. Electrifying until I’m shocking, even myself. If you’re using a shore then there’s a water leak. Stop paring with war boats as friends rather to sit home and eat some warm oats, cereal. Even though enemies have defeated my thoughts and my mind, the brain is still firm and strong. I was unruly as a child never thought I would made it from the mire, where I’m from. They’ve drained all my energies, until I’m working on fumes. In third person, when was the last time you had some, calaloo and white flour dumplings? Umbrella is not the worst in the rain but I’ll rather wear a rain suit. Life hit, yes! Strike me real hard. Barely surviving, like a dog. When will I live my life as a bread in a oven, rising? Many nights been paranoid about that one night when I’ve escaped a baradge of gunshots. Walked on the moon, from years looking at it from afar. When I’m gone, my deeds won’t be remembered. Giving thanks while giving for, penant. The one responsible for messing with my mind, leaves me with many pain… The grimace is written until the lines showing the pain I’ve felt. Thy Lord alone, is reason why I’m staying real.
Reality and life coming at me, racing. Don’t ask me when was my body’s last visit in a tub? Nor when was the last time I was, 15000 feet into the sky? Some praying I’ll never leave Earth. Once a soldier, always a soldier. Once a V. I. always a V. I. Seen many of my concepts on, T-shirts. 0° Celsius is numerical for cold hearted ones. Never seen someone’s mind, privacy and thoughts been exploited till I. Only God alone could’ve decided my destiny. Made me realize how amazing he is. If he wasn’t by my side, I would’ve been already mad. Just twisting my brains when necessary for paved thoughts. A lot of kunks, wet cloths, pinches and punches received while growing up in Jungle, Corn Piece District. All I ever observed is some love, grouping -up. I’m a one man trod. A loner, maybe an anthropologist. Never stayed in my feelings, at all. Rather to stay far, because I’ll be fine. I’ve done, moved-on. My mind takes my brain away to where my body belongs. High anxiety plus major depression, yet still I’ve stayed strong. Thinking of reclaiming my hair with Bosley’s. I’m not innocent but it’s shegg-up to lose siblings before death. Can’t trust The Lord’s house or a pastor, is one of the worst things on Ephraim. Who dropped me as a baby? Guess my time running out from the looks of the missing pillars in India’s cave. Left, right, left, cadences, get it right, don’t miss a step. Not all men are demonic but I’ve seen men blatantly ended up in death. Maybe I just need to be, “Paralipsis.” *Exousia*
