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The East Silver Bridge

I was outside of Philly walking in Bucks County
As I climbed the Tree of Good and Evil
A voice spoke to me about the future
Because of my free will I was asked to make a choice

A brand new cell phone was the new apple
In the Garden and the phone was tucked neatly
Inside the tree

If I listen to the voice of the woman in the window
Then I would have stolen the apple

But I climbed down from the tree and walked out of the Garden
I humbled myself with nothing on my feet
The road was flooded

I sat on the road with people who were like New-Agers doing yoga on the greens
That was not enough for me and they kicked me out of the group

In the middle of the road I saw fluorescent like living beings in the shape of animals

They were different animals but in one body

The HAYYOTH was the embodiment of a lion, an ostrich, a deer and dawn and one animal I never saw before


The HAYYOTH are Seraphims and heavenly beings as foretold by the Prophet Ezekiel

They were afraid and so was I but the HAYYOTH moved out my way and let me pass and I begin my walk cross the East Silver Bridge

In my journey I met a blind man who was also a gatekeeper as was the HAYYOTH but he was an android hoping to be human one day

His second last name was Trump

The East Silver Bridge was another world within itself
It had rivers and streams, housing, movie theaters and restaurants
There were many pathways and crossroads
But I got lost and the blind man guided me the right way to walk

The East Silver Bridge was full of traps
I saw a man with a polka dot shirt who claimed to be my sister’s husband
But I know this to be a falsehood

After crossing the East Silver Bridge
I saw home downtown Philadelphia
The New Philadelphia

I saw my sister and her real husband
I was welcome with open arms
But the fake husband showed up at our door
I fought him with all my power
Until and Angel with a woman’s voice shouted from above

FELIZ!
FELIZ!
FELIZ!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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