I was a cursed child.
When I grow famous. I will be known for my presence. And an angel terrified me when she walked up to me and told me my past and future and said she would always be here for me. Her presence was so great it shattered my core. I think she tried to steal it. And I don’t know for certain what an angel is. But know one knows who they are until they become it. And slander of a gifted one is expected sometimes. I was a kid when my teacher tried to trick me. And cattle for the human evolved holding a staff towards a promised place. But my name is the place of which is promised. And my home is for my greater self. I looked in the mirror once, wondering why my eyes looked so lived through at such young times. My parent called me a know it all in their own words. And I spent so much time tight lipped to not terrify someone with the truth. They’ll listen better when they can feel it really. On Wednesday, God and Goddess marry to be the all that is in this one. On Thursday, I lived through the volition to sing it through. And I have something to say now. Really only because the me that outlives, the great that lives through, finds akin to the one through you. And I was trash before. A cursed child hoping to know what love would be. What I look like with love looking into me. And pouring in from without gives me the role of where I choose to direct this flow. Now that I’ve gone through the worst to be my best self. And so, let me be a reflection onto you. Graved the buried lone to home, rise the Mary Frey this shown, in this very moment when, I am divine as the light from within. Change is cherry and love is grand, I steer the wheel of the thy Masters plan. And as it is so that the Master is me, Lowe is the waters that reflect onto thee. And on and so and further the journey goes, I will live forever, as long as far is the sea.
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