it was all just a game for fame,
I didn’t see the snakes for the venom,
I wasn’t trying to be like them,
so I had to seek the most purest ways to identify my heart
of no recogning my own mother being the one
who hated me she saw nothing but a demon of some kind as I only told her
I was never going to be what she wanted as son
I chose the rhythm of a guitar and
the path within a piece of wood with rubber wheels
to run away from the thought of never finding my father home ever again..
I was tired of drunk inferno by idiots throughout life because they had not learned death being a lesson for someone death didn’t need to take.
I was lead to believe nothing but dark times, and healing speaking from your heart
la llorona didn’t seem so scary
the creatures from hell had a purpose to being stuck
when it came to god punishing and not always being the same god.
they all grieved for the power of the almighty and restored the heart of Christ to bring about the redemption gained from the hatred they sought from those who did them wrong.
they learned only how to do more chaos then to bring peace amongst anyone or anything.
a silent cry for a note to harm so many beautiful things an becoming the black hole and the finishing of the world rage and what will come of art
as the mythical creatures became more evident from the sky then the wolves
that hid in plain sight but in a pack with no bravery but having no fear no mindset to outsmart this battle between billions of evil and one light ready to fight with a Holy Spirit they wanted gone..
as it grew the more they killed it, the older the one who stood by to understand that it would learn no vengeance but tales to tale.. an a journey to be left in magic and innocence for all
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