See the scenes that moves and weaves
To split the sea like Moses.
Just how Moses split the sea,
Jesus walked across the ocean.
I grew up in church reading such magnificent stories
Of general existence and mystical mysteries
To bathe in visits in the commitment of Christianity
Falls in category to the magnificent life after mortality.
Biblical stories of ancient Egypt and matrimony
Would be astonished to witness divorces and alimony
And categories of ceremonies in allegories
Of history documented and written down for thee.
Bathe me in the holy Spirit of innovative patrimony
Happens only when I rid myself of unholy acrimony
But what's the providence provisioning increments in history
Of a man who visits my dreams and listens to me
And showed me, and wrote me, to guide me every morning
To save me from utter disaster in fate from Satan's Mori.

My mind links
My heart beats
My soul strings
My spirit sings
They all ping
In unity.

What you see is temporary, what you don't see is eternal. What better way to label it as an object of obsession accumutable through extensive cohesiveness unperturbed by its gravitational effect to spill destitute superfluidity between the urge of titillation and the daunting tangent viscosity to eulogically lapse dilapidated trellis to an optimal work of art like a seer to a crystal ball. In...