Touch My Finger On the Golden Pen

I been trying to pen this verse for days but the words could not come out My tears have been welled up inside me and my arms were twisted behind me my flesh clinged firmly to my thin bones while drones flew fearlessly around I can still hear their deceptive voices talking above me as they were getting ready to apprehend me They circled around me and cast a rusty chains upon my flesh and shoved me into a broken carriage and parade me up and down the town until we ended up in Freetown I still did not understand what was going on until I stood at an open window and spoke to the woman who stared at me with a subtle frown. I went to retrieve my towed truck and there he was standing behind the counter in a red T-shirt with bleeding eyes staring at me and immediately I could see wickedness all around He handed me a bill that was highly impossible for all that had happened His aggressive eyes crossed my spiritual eyes and the holy spirit began to speak I was chucked away once more and shoved into a sweltering car without a clue as to what was going on I was placed in a room with other people that were held up for days And I could sense malpractice from the bottom bubbling up to the top The innocent was tucked away into a hole with no way of getting out because they could not pay their way I listened to everyone's story and it was a pity that this was happening in America in the twenty first century Many people are suffering and hurting inside while we are gallivant on the outside The pastor took me back to my towed truck and I was forced to pay what I could not afford I went outdoors to buy colored paper to post Gods messages but something sinister was happening on the other side and I was caught up in it Heaven was on my side I defied all the odds to get the message out until she finally broke the glass window The next day I could breathe fresh air and the God in heaven finally appeared the moon moves between the earth and the sun briefly turning day into night Darkness suddenly faded away and a bright light radiated over the message truck and illuminate it with a powerful light sealing it with the moon and sun energy And there it was I touched my finger on the golden pen and we are all free to live again.