Damn it's G,
Yes I'm him: El or him
That's what she said,
But she ain't sad
Switching switches,
And Fused Light bulbs
Twisted turning tables,
In Dead living rooms-
Thou shall know what weird is:
Peeking through tiny wholes
Beams of light emanating in-
Front of my eyes,
Reflecting my soul,
Casper wound me-
about the other side:
Strange people chasing odd dreams
Cause corporates took the G:
Sold it to phantoms,
Now they think that they are G's...
And Truth be told,
Body is matter: the pastor's black robe,
White collar reflect enlightening words
More sun little rain,
Dried up lands, over flooded oceans
Big ships but no shipments,
Lack of trade due massive sales:
Greedy wolves with no packs
Suffering from old age,
No alpha's and omegas
Just writers writing bootlegs,
Hoping to put full stops-
So the madness would end,
Recorded as legends
Cause the characters found there lost boot,
It lies beyond our perspective of skies,
Is the limit of life foreseen?
Only by the Alpha and Omegas eyes,
May we see why the grass is green.
Paved of gold is the streets,
Songs of angels rings gloriously.
Where the road of life and death meets,
At the pearly gates victoriously.
Why do we believe in this unseen place?
Even though it hasn't been seen.
We have to know there is a better place,
In my heart I have seen.
Faith is the key to this palisade,
Of snowy white grounds and golden streets.
Full of ineffable cascades,
Upon the immaculate horizon.
How is this vision foreseen?
By the grace of God's son.
Although it may be unseen,
I know my Uncle Lawrence lives there graciously.
Dedicated to My Uncle.
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