An individual who was trapped inside the deepest realms of darkness is suddenly lifted out of this encasing by the serene hands of the Almighty.
It's a place where the eagle thrives on honey nuts and Bisquick. Walking through trenches of battles for warriors who dreamed of living in a world where multitudes of light shimmer within the essence of the weeping moon, chieftains prance along in prayer to the Lord of the sun, moon, rain and wind, and all that is held sacred to the heart of the creed. “Oh, Lord, blessed are those who are of thee. Bestow upon the meek, and merciful, the bounties of your spirit that follows us around like dark shadows that howl in the night to mourn for lost souls, children of the damned.: the ignorance that dwells within the demons who lost their way due the elements of greed, jealousy, hatred and vengeance. For death is the call of the wild to reawaken the light: the golden star that burns brighter and stronger with each passing day, through the inner peace and comfort we all take in through your loving, humble words. Giveth of the starlet that humbles you in the mist of dreams: places where the ancient psalms rest in the hands of the night and voices of Goliath who told of the wicked who turned to the power of the dark souls. Listen to my prayers, oh Mighty King. For I sing the life of tomorrow through my words I put to print.
Let us undo the unrest in your body in the realm of physical beings, where shepherds lead and the wanderers roam.” Two of hearts delve into the heaves that rise within the sun, and let its power entice man's every vein. Electric moonbeams shine down upon the Earth to sing a song of Jesus Christ's birth. Two of hearts that echo in my breath to tell of the love between Adam and Eve: the story of creation of human kind, and the existence of the Earth.
In the beginning there was man. Then there was woman. But before that there was land. Then came man and then came woman. And it was the start of Creation. Everything in life came into being from the dessert, to the rain water, to the air, to the clouds. At night, the stars come out in the sky, but the most beautiful star of all "til this very day, all the way into eternity, is the North Star. The breath of passion was in the air, and then there were three, and then there were four. The cardinal directions were always there, since the beginning of time, until the end of the Alpha and Omega. There were good times, but there were also the tears of the clouds that wept for mankind, due to war, hate, vengeance, and the victims of scorn. This here was the melody of the saints whose hearts thrived in the essence of their Maker: the liquid light that replenishes lost souls whose spirits where shredded by the dark forces within the broken arrow of Cupid who gave of the inner strength and bounty of solace to move forward into the galaxy, to breathe to the mystics of the journey the wonders of this glorious dance. The lovebirds" grace called intergalactic sound waves of blood rushing like a stream that flows, moving and swinging to the direction of the wind.
No words can describe the holistic voice within me that echoes through my paper moon: the power that tears through walls that built up inside my heart. It is a whisper that consoles my shredded soul with songs strummed on chords of cotton clouds. No dreams shall end in misty waters of Galilee. For they melt tears that burn inside solid ice that could not break free from turbulence that haunted my sleepy mind. Havoc shadows stretch their opaque arms out to choke the life out of me. I reach out for a ladder that hangs from the most vibrant star. I climb it and cling to it while my guardian angel pulls me out of the quicksand that I was drowning in for so many years. For I was taken into the hands of salvation of the burning light that is The One.
