The intellectual mind screams to be heard, wisdom is delivered from God through little red words.

But nobody seems to care about what everybody knows they said.

It’s as if they choose destruction, Russian roulette bullet through the head.

Truth is, God became his own kid.

Humbled to infancy.

blind, but now they see.

locked in chains bound in prison, but now they’re free.

Transvestites fly kites as full grown men dress like cats.

Guns in backpacks.

And yet we step back and watch as the devil turns rainbows in the butterflies and calls it pride.

But that’s a lie.

Everything happening in our world today is a distraction.

Lucifer wants to see how far facts bend.

Keeping people addicted to Dope and never allowing their tracks to mend.

For if we are not of sober, mind, Lions prowl until it’s time.

We must know that Jesus is King, and always keep him in the center of everything.

True love, no ring.

Standby, for the disposition of grace is about to come to an end.

Drowning in sin, with no friends.

From lamb to lion, all knees will bow.

No longer for Love, but straight out of fear, some will be taken, but most left here.

Lord lord, we cast out devils in your name and caused people with no sight to see too.

I never knew you .

If I had no limit on my money or my time.

I would buy the world and claim nothing as mine.

Hunger and no place to call home.

It wouldn’t exist because I would give everybody a loan.

Next, I would create a way to spread the gospel in one day.

Then write a book teaching everyone to pray.

And then I would just give it away, so everyone on earth would know exactly what to say.

Giving them the opportunity to finally be free.

From the fear, pain and all of their anxiety.

Diminishing their mental hell and creating a peaceful society.

It was a quiet street with well-manicured lawns and white picket fences. Everyone on my block knew each other and greeted each other every morning, but something about the new neighbor always left me feeling uneasy.

I'd see him coming and going, always sneaking around, and never staying long enough to chat. Then one evening, I'd just finished hanging laundry on the line when I heard loud shouts coming from his house. It sounded like someone was in danger.

I rushed over to his front door, knocked five times, but there was no answer. That's when I heard it - a woman's shriek, in the basement of the house. I could see a red light from behind the window, and I knew I had to do something.

I called the police and gave them a tip on the neighbor, that something illegal was going on in his home. But even though they searched the house that night, they found nothing, nothing incriminating.

I knew all along! How could I prove it? I kept my eyes glued to the neighbor's house, always watching for something to present itself.

Days passed, and I realized the search of his basement never penetrated deeply enough, so I made my way over to his window and began a discreet investigation, taking pictures. I identified pictures and strange objects hung on his walls, and in the end, found pictures of a young woman who went missing four years earlier.

I collected all the evidence and handed it over to the authorities. Finally, the neighbor was caught and admitted to the crimes. It was the biggest news story of our town. While it was a terrifying experience, I was grateful that I persisted in the search and was able to make a difference.

In the end, justice was served, and the neighbors lived a little bit safer with a killer off the streets.

I sprout from the ground with joy, pushing away the dirt, that tries to imprison me.

In search for the sun, because my spirit screams, it will nourish me .

I am inspired to grow as high as the highest tree.

The clouds of this world try to hide the sun and lie to me.

Forever rain producing that eternal water that helps me grow.

Lightning may strike thunder me roar, but I will not allow my leaves to hang low.

I am exactly what He created me to be, different not like every other tree.

The concrete underneath my feet is overwhelmed with lies and deceit.

For my tears cascade Upon my visions interpretation, causing me to walk on the Ocean’s at my feet.

Signs of pain and hunger, in my hearts eye as I pass them by.

Intoxication and the infestation of addiction with filthy hands, grasping for anyone to listen.

Imprisoned by their fleshly desires to get higher.

Dirty needles and aids, causing the sand in their hourglass to expire.

From dust to dirt, then fire.

The devil is a liar.

It is the fires of hell that call the names of the wicked and lost.

Tormented cries from the lives that denied what happened on the cross.

His blood was shed for the forgiveness of their sins, and yet they said it was a lie.

Tortured by the decisions of their choices and lasting impressions of their lives.

The disposition of grace is like the sand in a hourglass that is quickly dissolving on its own.

The white throne judgment awaits at the gates of his throne.

Heaven or Hell where will you call home?

The sound of thunder calls me to fear.

Awakened, with the desire to find mother nature’s voice.

I stare.

Into the sky until a bolt of lightning leaves no more choice.

Instant peace.

I can hear cries, as I rise.

Staring back at my reflection, paralyzed.

Flashes of light, draw my attention to memories of the past.

Some of them good some of them bad, but only one that lasts.

I’m standing in the darkness with tears on my face as he enters in.

He’s laughing at the site of my tears, as if only evil lives within.

I remember fear as he approached me with hate.

It was my innocence that he was there to take.

As my vision begins to fade and my tears begin to dry.

I can hear a river of innocence whispering that’s a lie.

For your innocence will be restored my son and all that pain is finally done.

He look's at me as if im not his daughter, as if he's forgotten that im his blood.

This is normal, is the words he say's to me.

I say no, this is not the way it was ment to be, he left scars on my soal as he wispered, now you'll remember me.

I cried, untill I became numb to his touch.

Praying daily to be released from this captivity I call life.

Growing older, I began to sleep with my pillow on a kitchen knife.

My dreams became less and less of a way for me to escape.

The devil used the darkness, to try and hide his mind from future memories of what he has done to me.

I cant live in hell nomore, I have to make him pay.

It cant be tomorrow, it has to be today.

I close my eye's as he walks in, his footsteps are heavy, weighted down with a life time of sin.

I hear him whisper it will be ok as if he's my best friend.

I began to slide my hand beneath my pillow case, filled with memories of this demon that I cant erase.

I hear what sounds like thunder coming from where the devil stood.

I turn to see my daddy lifeless on the floor and a man standing befor me, whispering that my tears would be nomore.

He embraced me with a different feeling, one that I had never known.

Bring me my children, Children just like you.

At that very moment I new my purpose, exsactly what I was ment to do.

So I asked this man before me for his name, so I can know who finally set me free.

I Am who I Am.