[theMuzzl3]

instead of making another topic, I will write this here:

One night, I will write about the right slew of shit.
Just writing seems to be wrong.
There is no words that can say what must be said.
Instead, just shut the fuck up and listen.

The birds chirp your name, calling you out.
You're out of the nest, now blossom.

Solemn Words of Christ shout at you now.
They've been misconstrued.
The words you're receiving are not that of the Holy Blood.
You decipher them now as you know what to be true.

The words of Satan fill your mind.
They become intertwined with words of Jesus.
But, deep down, you know the difference.
You can become duped now, or stay true to yourself and God.

Speak to yourself, and let the truth seep through your pours.
Science and math become a joke when anticipation of an absolute truth begins to surface.
Forget yourself for a moment, and take loss of all ego.
Pain stricken and beauty acknowledged, the universe of our collective consciousness takes shape.

It is necessary, for all to endure the harshness of reality in order to see the beautiful sunrise again.
Just keep in mind what has been lost, in order for your consciousness to be here with us all.
Because, we all appreciate you being here with us.
And, you know that.