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The Lion's Den
"The Lion's Den"
by Rapheal Vontique Murray the story of a fallen Son
Chapter one: The ballad of Daniel Bodean Williams A.K.A ( Deathrow Bodean)
The story will be of a man who after being gunned down by friends discovered he was an immortal.
At first he tried to hide his self and and make peace with what had happened.
He becomes a more twisted as he has placed his self in a dark prison like place in the woods as his discovers what he can do with his ability.
The Black lion didn't want to kill at first it's after he goes back home after the murder of someone he was still close to that he goes home and he is disfigured after the second attempt on he's life that he begins his rain of terror and revenge.
"Like the 4th of July"
(Chapter one)
Middle age and insane from my own wicked games ex theaf, a liar, and a cheat a failure as a man,husband and a father my own worst enemy so foolish from living in the matrix. I thought I could fix it i thought i could change my outcome because I saw the end before I began the same situations the same circle of heartship. God as my witness i never wanted things to be this way looking for insperation.its strange how choices the bad and good can make u and break u all at the same time. I told myself that i would be a better father to my childern than I thought my father was to me, but look what a mess i am not even equal to half the man my father was and now with illness and loss haunt me forced to live my lies my own forced reality due to bad jugdement calls. I fell on my face and laid there as if someone was standing on my back holding me down keeping me from success or survival it's was so close i could taste it a life without stress and watching as my seeds grow old now from a distance try to father over the phone to them I am just a voice and a face on holidays and every other summer poor on my last leg a loser my life so fluidly fucked up to such a point that i move by my faith in God having some plan for me, some use for my spirit on earth feels like i was this way since birth, the truth hurt for God had no hand in my sinful choices and actions he could'nt be proud of this son who has walked backward away from him. Now the situations have me Longing for release from all the pain and misery i began to understand the how and why I always felt so condemned before. Just Longing for a sign that things could get better if i just remove myself from sight and live a humble life in shame and wondering really experiencing it one day at a time. Thought I could change like salvation would be right at my fingertips as my Big momma told me cause I always knew better so by all right I should have done better. It would be so close sometimes now with no good intentions they all gone with the change of the seasons of my mystery, my history has been put in the past and I've been tested.
The story of a man who assaulted his own freedom and identity. Let me be the fist to say I am no saint I have learned the hard way a hard head making a soft ass this is what I am doing. And I want to leave this to my sons expecting they can be better than me with no guidance or training. I will leave them the keys to all I understand and all the thing I wish I knew as I grew into a man. forgetting that each day could be your last. Then my time ran out.
I thought I lost all my faith til they had that gun in my face,
Erased,try to remove me from this place with no trace cause I ain't done shit yet, just gotta play the cards that you dealt with, before you get your face split, nobody gone save you nobody gone save,they gone try to replace you,
Imagine standing in the rain naked with no umbrella so there's no way to avoid getting wet that's something you never forget asking God why but I ain't reached out to the Divine in a long time,but if he can save me from this shit I'm changing right now but is there's no response does that mean it's no chance so I just gotta figure it out or be on the side of the road bleeding out,my soul leaking out don't cry now no time for freaking out or losing focus, now how did get here could this be my own design,is this karma did I miss seeing all the signs, was I calling out to this smoke or was I just singled out because I'm so dope what the fuck was I thinking not packing no heat because I have always known how it was in these streets a time when taking a chance could have saved me when walking alone thru the Lions den, out in the Public
I ain't got no hand up my back so I'm no one's puppet and the bullets released from the chamber sounds like trumpets and a Strom is raging all around me on the fourth of July the day of judgement. No way to run no way to hide the thoughts on they mind causing a homicide. No one can tell the difference on the fourth of July the real gone ride and the fake will divide like the fourth of July. The day I died
I been feeling so crazy lately like I'm losing my mind it such disbelief it's funny how quickly friends turn into foes. It's got me restless and I can't sleep,
I guess I'll rest when I'm dead, after all that has transpired I must stay prepared,gotta keep on my toes I keep telling myself. You can't trust anybody,this is a lonely path, the road I chose is muddy and unpaved running form being a slave and being made an example of I walked threw the back woods all night until the sun was coming out. UnTil I found myself somewhere in the spaces in-between the known and unknown. The life God breathed into to me it's not just a physical thing more a spiritual thing as a immortal being of energy given this opportunity to return is my birthright.
So what's my next move as we all know it's chess not checkers it's all a game, but I can't hide forever and as soon as I show my face I know what it is. Where do I stand now as I move across this immaculate floor of the ruined ashamed of who I have become I meditate sitting quiet burning loud with horrific visions on my mind. They made me run for my life, yes I got in the wind now everything has just been left again. I find myself in a foreign city, where I lie in a shelter night after night not sleeping a wink. Knowing soon enough it will all catch up with me. the karma of unwholesome diseased consequences of my filthy life choices I am turning into a monster so primal living like a animal. I still try to be forgiveness and love knowing that Everything you give comes back to you over and over again but what they have done is unforgivable. The wrongs are too many to list and which could not come from anything same as me or of this Earth as I become a beast. I have suffered this because of my actions and poor responses and with such scar's and PTSD I certainly will never be able to forget the time in between my pain and my judgement.
This is my transcripts of a life lived wrong full of bad choices and now the archetypes are within me and they are eternal.
I came from the bottom and whatever was down there in the mud got on me, I don't feel clean on a very basic level I long for affirmation and acceptance. I want to see the goodness of love and success, but the rewards I seek are not for mantelpieces or public recognition no my desires are far greater.
I was a trusted friend, I still keep their secrets, I never betrayed them, but they didn't hold the same respect for me in their hearts. So here I stand scared, I work out everyday and I train my body and mind, I study every move taken against me yet I don't desire revenge. There is so much background to my unhappiness. That my ego created separation and while in this self imposed separation I caused my own suffering my fault as much as theirs. My Ego is pathological, and set apart from my anger,hatred and other negativity and created scar's that caused me to become extremely alert, this was the moment of my awakening when they see me again I hope they go the same energy. Because I will I'll follow you down to hell and I'll stand on the same emotions you gave me. So I thank you, you made me into this beast you were a gift and a curse to me. I allowed you to change me and make me into the last keeper of this pain and misery I am fallen son and can never be lifted up out of this sickness I carry with me.
Welcome to the Lions den. If you escape me you will still be forever changed.
by Rapheal Vontique Murray the story of a fallen Son
Chapter one: The ballad of Daniel Bodean Williams A.K.A ( Deathrow Bodean)
The story will be of a man who after being gunned down by friends discovered he was an immortal.
At first he tried to hide his self and and make peace with what had happened.
He becomes a more twisted as he has placed his self in a dark prison like place in the woods as his discovers what he can do with his ability.
The Black lion didn't want to kill at first it's after he goes back home after the murder of someone he was still close to that he goes home and he is disfigured after the second attempt on he's life that he begins his rain of terror and revenge.
"Like the 4th of July"
(Chapter one)
Middle age and insane from my own wicked games ex theaf, a liar, and a cheat a failure as a man,husband and a father my own worst enemy so foolish from living in the matrix. I thought I could fix it i thought i could change my outcome because I saw the end before I began the same situations the same circle of heartship. God as my witness i never wanted things to be this way looking for insperation.its strange how choices the bad and good can make u and break u all at the same time. I told myself that i would be a better father to my childern than I thought my father was to me, but look what a mess i am not even equal to half the man my father was and now with illness and loss haunt me forced to live my lies my own forced reality due to bad jugdement calls. I fell on my face and laid there as if someone was standing on my back holding me down keeping me from success or survival it's was so close i could taste it a life without stress and watching as my seeds grow old now from a distance try to father over the phone to them I am just a voice and a face on holidays and every other summer poor on my last leg a loser my life so fluidly fucked up to such a point that i move by my faith in God having some plan for me, some use for my spirit on earth feels like i was this way since birth, the truth hurt for God had no hand in my sinful choices and actions he could'nt be proud of this son who has walked backward away from him. Now the situations have me Longing for release from all the pain and misery i began to understand the how and why I always felt so condemned before. Just Longing for a sign that things could get better if i just remove myself from sight and live a humble life in shame and wondering really experiencing it one day at a time. Thought I could change like salvation would be right at my fingertips as my Big momma told me cause I always knew better so by all right I should have done better. It would be so close sometimes now with no good intentions they all gone with the change of the seasons of my mystery, my history has been put in the past and I've been tested.
The story of a man who assaulted his own freedom and identity. Let me be the fist to say I am no saint I have learned the hard way a hard head making a soft ass this is what I am doing. And I want to leave this to my sons expecting they can be better than me with no guidance or training. I will leave them the keys to all I understand and all the thing I wish I knew as I grew into a man. forgetting that each day could be your last. Then my time ran out.
I thought I lost all my faith til they had that gun in my face,
Erased,try to remove me from this place with no trace cause I ain't done shit yet, just gotta play the cards that you dealt with, before you get your face split, nobody gone save you nobody gone save,they gone try to replace you,
Imagine standing in the rain naked with no umbrella so there's no way to avoid getting wet that's something you never forget asking God why but I ain't reached out to the Divine in a long time,but if he can save me from this shit I'm changing right now but is there's no response does that mean it's no chance so I just gotta figure it out or be on the side of the road bleeding out,my soul leaking out don't cry now no time for freaking out or losing focus, now how did get here could this be my own design,is this karma did I miss seeing all the signs, was I calling out to this smoke or was I just singled out because I'm so dope what the fuck was I thinking not packing no heat because I have always known how it was in these streets a time when taking a chance could have saved me when walking alone thru the Lions den, out in the Public
I ain't got no hand up my back so I'm no one's puppet and the bullets released from the chamber sounds like trumpets and a Strom is raging all around me on the fourth of July the day of judgement. No way to run no way to hide the thoughts on they mind causing a homicide. No one can tell the difference on the fourth of July the real gone ride and the fake will divide like the fourth of July. The day I died
I been feeling so crazy lately like I'm losing my mind it such disbelief it's funny how quickly friends turn into foes. It's got me restless and I can't sleep,
I guess I'll rest when I'm dead, after all that has transpired I must stay prepared,gotta keep on my toes I keep telling myself. You can't trust anybody,this is a lonely path, the road I chose is muddy and unpaved running form being a slave and being made an example of I walked threw the back woods all night until the sun was coming out. UnTil I found myself somewhere in the spaces in-between the known and unknown. The life God breathed into to me it's not just a physical thing more a spiritual thing as a immortal being of energy given this opportunity to return is my birthright.
So what's my next move as we all know it's chess not checkers it's all a game, but I can't hide forever and as soon as I show my face I know what it is. Where do I stand now as I move across this immaculate floor of the ruined ashamed of who I have become I meditate sitting quiet burning loud with horrific visions on my mind. They made me run for my life, yes I got in the wind now everything has just been left again. I find myself in a foreign city, where I lie in a shelter night after night not sleeping a wink. Knowing soon enough it will all catch up with me. the karma of unwholesome diseased consequences of my filthy life choices I am turning into a monster so primal living like a animal. I still try to be forgiveness and love knowing that Everything you give comes back to you over and over again but what they have done is unforgivable. The wrongs are too many to list and which could not come from anything same as me or of this Earth as I become a beast. I have suffered this because of my actions and poor responses and with such scar's and PTSD I certainly will never be able to forget the time in between my pain and my judgement.
This is my transcripts of a life lived wrong full of bad choices and now the archetypes are within me and they are eternal.
I came from the bottom and whatever was down there in the mud got on me, I don't feel clean on a very basic level I long for affirmation and acceptance. I want to see the goodness of love and success, but the rewards I seek are not for mantelpieces or public recognition no my desires are far greater.
I was a trusted friend, I still keep their secrets, I never betrayed them, but they didn't hold the same respect for me in their hearts. So here I stand scared, I work out everyday and I train my body and mind, I study every move taken against me yet I don't desire revenge. There is so much background to my unhappiness. That my ego created separation and while in this self imposed separation I caused my own suffering my fault as much as theirs. My Ego is pathological, and set apart from my anger,hatred and other negativity and created scar's that caused me to become extremely alert, this was the moment of my awakening when they see me again I hope they go the same energy. Because I will I'll follow you down to hell and I'll stand on the same emotions you gave me. So I thank you, you made me into this beast you were a gift and a curse to me. I allowed you to change me and make me into the last keeper of this pain and misery I am fallen son and can never be lifted up out of this sickness I carry with me.
Welcome to the Lions den. If you escape me you will still be forever changed.
