fear as to be a camastrious hint of a magical blood line.
am i a king?
am i thy dynasty?
am i royal?
am i chosen to be a spark?

Greetings ones again old friend!
i come before you and yes it's true? wondering kept my thoughts thinking, thinking of thy man i was to become which was said by the blinde Omen

my eye opener.
then realizing opened my eyes which triggered the philosophy of medulla blanket.
its the truth and the fact remains...
i shall nor say or tell the story of a lost goat reason being you know the true inner me and a big amen for such a disguise of a blessing nature of i the being and yet was to learn and rectify all the wrongs which had an lighten the inner throgh his grace.

my creationist heavenly trinity and nature of there mothers was as the wind passing within an elementary rhythm of melodic redamancy

© trossic venter