Levitating Above The Waters
His cup of life overflows into the pulsating abyss of his self inflicted solitude, here exists absolutely no skies of blue and not one heart that embraces a piece of the truth, he crumbles the clouds and makes all the mountains move, can you hear all his voices when he whispers to you?
He remained blind to the facts as if he was stuck in a strangers dream, stuck in the center of a murder scene, completely contemplating what his eyes refused to see, cold-hearted is what he prayed to be, he has all the answers because I'm the Chosen One and he is a small piece of me.
His metaphors are beyond a bloody mess, he can't even go to church and step in a booth and try to begin to confess, embrace all of his outlandish thoughts that require you to wear a bullet proof vest, he moves the masses subliminally but with manipulation he is at his very best.
He took a sacred vow to let the meek fully understand that yesterday is the here and now, if the lost angels just simply sell him their souls, for two pieces of gold, he will show them all the who, what, when, where and how's.
In broad daylight, with all the blind lingering around, he steals the shine from the sun and all that remains is the emptiness of darkness that steadily rains down and down, he's fully loaded with one in the chamber and it's safe to say he's a hundred ninety-seven percent, to the cause, eternally bound, never once a hesitation to have a big ol "G" in the center of his crown.
His reality is hard on the soul, it's very essence the majority couldn't begin to hold, at the end of his venomous rainbow his wisdom is the spitting image of 24kt. gold, it's a twisted story nightmares can't even begin to know because it leaves the ones that refuse to believe out in the unforgiving bitter-ass cold, his voices constantly whisper into the winds, "these are the tales of a lost soul that truly needs to be told."
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