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BLESSED BY A LOT

Come on, Come on, Come on, God!
Where ya at? Tell me!!!!
Where? Nowhere for physical eyes to see,
But I know where you are,
Not far and seen with my third eye,
Dam, your everywhere, your omnipresent,
Sent from within consciousness where some of us are present,
In the now, wow, mind blown in this confession of an old soul,
Not writing this to have followers, I’m not hollow like a hoe,
You know I may have even been below you, 
But you don’t know me,
You don’t know me,

I’m on a level where I revel in success, 
Blessed by a lot who teaches me the rest,
“Dam I forgot” is a quote we all relate to,	
Ask and it shall be given when you ask from heaven,
I’m here to win with the power of seven,
Zayin, straight light from the source to man,
Mankind needs to make changes at great height,
Understand? Do you understand as we stand in the dying world?  I’m right?
Or is it just my own opinion, 
Hearing rumors saying I will never win, 
Cause I’m supposed to follow Jesus religious kingdom?
I just can’t believe them after extensive research,
Searched and searched, internet data from all over the earth,
Served with prophecy because we are all fools,
The Tanakh, book of Daniel writing and fitting pieces together,
Forever to be marveled and acknowledged,  
Many shall run to and fro and knowledge shall increase."
Well look around today, shocking, will this cease?
Peace, but firstly peace of mind, while writing this rhyme,
Putting the time into it with steez, Theses need filed mankind please!!!

I’m no tree huger, but I look to the trees,
And sacred geometry, to find peace,
These natural beliefs, within nature,
But the world acts like they all hate her,
Unnatural state of mind, blind to many,
Nowhere near harmony,
We are acting like a curse,
Deserving what we get,
Better be set and don’t forget,
Because we’re always forgetting, procrastinating,
Are you relating?
Never hating, just studying Semantics,
With delivery using vocabulary quick as a whip,
Dipping and flipping the perceptions of thought,
Your distorted distraught spiritually untaught,
Never bought into anything but,
The physical that kills everything,
Eventually, I hope you wake up to something,
So think! But instead you keep winging it, 
Unfit situations hit you more and more,
But when awake, ya see straight through that,
You’re spiritually hardcore, right down to the core!!!!

Quincy Mac
date written: 14.12.2015
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