"Voice" - a psalm of Adam to the Sons of God

There's fire coming
I can smell it on the groove
triple felon on the move
cuz they suckered quite a few of his people for their views they were beautiful even after such a push n prove game for LOVELESS little angels angry at the muse cuz he's sick of breathin fumes of the light he let's loose at night when darkness hides the moon and promises to consume the days doom n be gone by the you rise again to resume
then resurrected stand forth best foot forward toward whatever it is you keep coming back here to do...yeah it's u son... you...are the one that's got us down... out here ...out here hearing voice of the truth...Let Us See You...Let Us Recieve You...Let Us Breathe You...Oh, precious...sacred...present...Voice...of Truth.

- Brosha the Skrybe of Christ
(A.F.Kindred)
09/10/2020
© A.F. Kindred/Brosha the Skrybe