when I was a rich man, I was quiet. I don't remember laughing...
or happy... or anyone who had the cure for lonely...
at least not for me.
Tell me... is a party supposed to be fun, if you're always the host?
I guess as long as lights stay off, the music is loud, and the liquor and drugs plenty...
We can all be allowed to bask in the glory of God...
I just wish someone would have told me to keep my eyes shut...
This world is nothing made for eyes wide open...
keeping in mind knowledge was a gift from the devil...
and God never intended us to know... and I know why...
because knowing opposes the doing... and with it the term for others to the know... with others the know engages in conversation. Perceptions birth opinion and in walks confusion. does anyone not understand the devils gift?
When I was a rich man, I was lonely... hatefulness filled my cup, and I drank awfully... I could see the faken gestures and hidden agendas...
I could decipher the secret hand shake, the rented wardrobe, the awards...
the truth...
the truth has powerful attributes including God's love...
but this love is not meant for the rich, as it was never intended for man to be... but to the humbled heart... with wings severd and cast from Grace... will never be the same again... this is what happens to me... in a dream while sitting in the garden. God spoke to me and gave me the knowledge. I was sleepgiven a task to awaken others and teach truth. I was to find a long lost sibling...