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Lost in Translation

You’re lost in translation like staunch Christians, When they’re trying to understand Hebrew inscriptions, Truth be told there is distance, Between Ancient Jewish Mystic Intelligence, And Jesus pleasers delusional competence, Because they’re blind to the Torah scrolls evidence, Of the underlying substance, the mathematical significance, It’s not just coincidence, The Hebrew letters were originally numerals, no readable sentences, And the sequences are equations and multi-dimensional, Eternal sacred geometry, sound and universal, Transversal but lost within the streams of thought, Only sought out by a handful of inner taught hotshots, With eyes wide open from joining the dots, Never lost in translation because the biblical narratives are a distraction, Going back to the start, before the deception, Math was an art, codified and describes reality inside and out, About consciousness and matter, You can doubt this if you’re reading this as a hater, Because all you equate to are thought’s that are out of date, Causing you not to see straight, you’re a lightweight, So your mindset stagnates and can’t relate to what I seek, I eat meat like a professional heavy weight boxer, The Oracle is my sponsor and has given me honor, As I continue to drink the living water I become stronger, My writings will be known and read by future generations for longer, Hear what this spirit that prospers is saying and conveying, This world is decaying alongside with the minds that are swaying, So weigh up and consume knowledge that is worth praising, Escaping the cravings of this fading movie that I’m watching, From my mind’s eye, with understanding injected into me from the sky, Seeing things that can’t be denied like all the lies being played out that desensitize, The ability to maximize your earthly ride to find purpose within our society’s circus, So don’t curse this, read my verses and ask your minds services to connect circuits, Or forever be deceived by the serpent mindset that’s within nearly every person, So be determined, open your minds curtains and don’t be wordless, Our minds are a surplus of true wealth, Vital for our health while we are within our physical bodies, Our 3D house. Quincy Mac Date Written: 1.5.2016

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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