His Mind

Let me try one more time to see if I can provoke his disturbed mind, Let me try one more time to break the distraction that trapped him in hell And is causing him to rebel. I throw my arms around him so that he could sing but a fire was coming out of my gut and my head was getting hot. I could feel the heat all around me and the tree holding its bosom in sea, and the waves were washing around it. The moment passes swiftly and something unpredictable was about to happen, I couldn’t tell from where but the pot was stirring over there. And my heart began to fear; the hours draws closer and he has to find a perfect answer, anxiety mounts and the clouds starts moving rapidly about. He doesn’t take responsibility for the wrong he has done but the record has shown that history will deliver the final blow; he walks up and down the street, mocking the people that he meets speaking careless words from his lips, while destiny wraps a rattle snake around his hips. The trouble I see is running a marathon a thousand miles behind me but it cannot catch up with me and the horses in the stable are on heat as they wait for destiny to complete; it is operating in a static mode bouncing up and down the street looking for the pilgrims that got lost during the journey in the middle east . They are the giants of the time whose faces got burnt in the radiant sun as whispers seeps out of broken graves and their head stones smashes to pieces on the ground. He stood there frozen in time looking into the horizon and the sediment rise up from the sea and wet the graceful shore, and the sun covers him and torch his sin ,and a figure came out of the clouds and people start running about and hundreds of birds migrates with the cloud.