~PHASE 1: REM SLEEP~
I’M CRYING EVRYONE’S TEARS
CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUND BEHIND THE WATERFALL OF SORROW
THE DEEP SOUNDS FROM THE BACKBONES OF MOTHER AFRICA
AS SHE CRIES BECAUSE SHE CLAIRVOYANTLY FELT THE DOWN FALLS OF TOMORROW
A RAPID SADNESS THAT SETS A GENERATION ON FREEZE LIKE ANTARTICA
COLDNESS BEYOND MEASURE.
SHE SAYS, “MY REPERTOIRE LOOKS EMPTY AND LEFTY
I WONDER WHO LEFT ME
I WONDER WHO WILL RAISE ME FROM THIS IS SO AWFUL”
CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUND BEHIND HER TEARS FILLED WITH SORROW?
HER TERRESTRIAL RICHES FOREVER BORROWED
SHE'S FORCED TO WORSHIP HER SO CALL GOVERNMENT AND PRESIDENT
WHILE THEY DRIVE MERCEDES BENZ, SHE STRIVE FOR DIVIDENDS
THOUGH STILL FAR FROM A NORMAL RESIDENT
HER LIFE IS UNDER TOTAL ANARCHY
STRUGGLES TO FEED HER CHILDREN,
SO THE HUNGRY ADOLESCENT JOIN THE ARMY
AND SADLY FAMILIARIZE THEMSELVES WITH M16’s AND SNIPER AMMOs
“I’M CRYING EVERONE’S TEARS” SO SHE SAYS AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN…
AND DEEPLY BREATHES IN PAIN
~PHASE 2: PRESENCE OF CONSCIOUS~
SUDDENLY I’M AWAKEN BY THIS SADNESS
THE ADRENALINE RUSHED THROUGH MY VEINS
SEEKING FOR A REACTION
RUTHLESS WORDS AND THOUGHTS RUNING THROUGH ME…
VIOLENCE!
REVANGENCE!
I’M FILLED WITH FURIOUS ANGER AGAINST THE UNSEEN
I’M READY FOR FATALITY
READY FOR WAR
READY TO GO AGAINST ALL SORTS OF BRUTALITY FORMED AGAINST FAY
“WAIT! WAIT! BREATHE…”
AS I WELCOME MORE OXYGEN INTO MY RESPIRATORY CHAMBERS,
“OK! OK! THINK FOR A MONENT”
THIS IS NOT LOGICAL
WHY THIS CALAMITY?
WHAT EVER HAPPEN TO THE PROMISED DESTINY?
FILLED WITH BLUE SKIES, TALL TREES, AND COOL BREEZES FROM THE TROPICALS
WE’RE ALL SUPPOSE TO PROSPER AS GOD’S CHILDREN DO
~PHASE 3: THE CONCLUSION~
TRAUMATIZATION HAS CAUSED A LACK OF FOCUS
WEAKENED MY SCHEMAS
LACK OF PREPARATION DEVELOPED CRITICAL PRESSURE
IT’S AMAZING HOW THE SUPERNATURAL PREPARES THE FUTURE
FOR SOME, THE OUTCOME IS AS PRECIOUS AS TREASURE
FOR OTHERS, LIFE’S A ROLLER COASTER…
NO CONSISTENCY
NO TENDENCY TO ONE DAY BE AWAKEN OUT OF COMPLACENT MENTALITY
“I’M CRYING EVERONE’S TEARS” SO SHE SAYS AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN…
AND DEEPLY BREATHES IN PAIN
THIS IS INSANE
---------------------This is a story about a women from my dream. hopeless and her life turned sour and dry with no where to escape. Regardless of how terrible this dream was i decided to name the women FAY, meaning Faith.------------------
Heb.11:1 Now faith is the substance of all things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
The Feeling, direction, explanation, and contemplating the Ifs.
All in the opposite force of the earth’s rotation
Grounded as Gravitation.
~If I Can Explain The Way I Feel~
Stuck while searching for an even kill
Who’s to hear?
Who’s to fear?
None.
No one cares
No one shares
And all I see is Hurtful tears.
Though loneliness takes comfort, Deep inside I shout in great glory to the almighty;
For opportunity granted to live a lifestyle well above a vast majority of souls on earth.
Since unfinished business is not my forte,
I strive on that even kill
Hoping to put the finishing touch on this portray before sunset
Only until
Who’s to blame?
Self. Self.
May the strong survive
The weak Shaken
The virgin thrown in the snake pit or deep in the ocean honoring the kraken.
Only until
The more things change,
The more I stay the same
Seasons will come and go
But I will never change my flow
Rather be the shelf
Not the product in it
Real soldiers win it
Only until.
Never Still.
Rumble young man, Rumble…
