FAY

~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.