Sini vs. Revolution

[Lindel]

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Life; an astonishing creation - long live the spirit pondering creation
That is I; Andrew - acknowledged as a laymen - on the righteous road for conquering the nation
Present is the philosopher of the future; with philosophy in which a Nemesis can be stupor
Life with rainbows; green hilltops - glistening liquid streams on mountains - no state of elegance can be truer
Yet with these visions coloring an inspiring tale; a man's battered past has much to be desired
Yet it is coal to the furnace; fuel to the fire - for a legend's legacy to aspire..
My memory is transpired - through the roots of a stoic - and a magnificent women - in sync with Synchronicity
Now, I'm linked with the honesty - of honest Abe - a ball of flame - a king of a prophecy
They wrote my destiny - the brink of a prodigy - writing with a scholar's hand
Days turned to nights - the Sun and moon aligned - and there -- was the enticement of the dawn of man
The excitement grew across the land - for family and friends rejoiced in splendor for my stream of consciousness.
I bestowed serene astonishment - glowed with gleam and polished wit -- I am a human being that's promising.
Or..so I was - and still am - until I wandered upon the astral planes - where the spirit of anxiety beckoned
She deprived me in seconds - of all that I am, putting my mind in shackles - a crime over zealous
The flame in my eyes were exhausted by a lake of depression; the rapid water kept splashing - the pain was relentless
Shame was expressed when; it got the better of me - a venomous sea'; the strain got my neck slit
In vain was my best wish; to be a star amongst the constellations; and to be looked upon by many in amazement
And to think; I was very complacent - but maybe that was my grave; and writing was my elegy for my every engravement...
Black roses sprinkled on my casket; and my demise was showcased to every mortal in my bloodline
Even friendly acquaintances came; set with a gaze - for it was told my mother had foretold the alumni
All voices were on me; Yet the one who read my poems -- was the one who opened my heavenly chapter
"You are more than who meets death" he softly said -- uplifting my spirit -- and resurrecting me after
On that day; I bettered disaster's devilish deed; and studied a new plan to lead my life
The passion was to still read and write; but I was baptized in the heart's lake of Jesus Christ
God's speeding strike; will never cease to amaze me; and that's merely gracing the surface
His presence is perfect; with him by my side; my rod serves no problem severing serpents
White light glimmered from the sunset; and there marked the embarkment of someone I hadn't become yet
No tragedy comes vexed; for I am as happy as they come; and only burning passion will come next
Destiny and hard-work will collide into symphony; and my orchestra plays a melody; soothing the ages
Booming with phrases, and Idioms - my rhetoric will take history -- consuming the pages
I am Andrew James Flores; poet and writer; leaving a lasting legacy on the map
For I've gone on this miraculous journey ; and with God's speed -- I run the path

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“You are lost in the depths of darkness; this desolate valley is an endless margin
Only you again - can become light’s presented target, or end up a leper’s carcass.
Broaden your horizons over the horizon, and seek The Lord as your saving grace
For your life is precious, embrace your lake; only then can you change your fate”

The Black Moon, suddenly disappeared, for I'd dissipated my fear, and the magnificent horizon had never looked more clear
I followed it for miles on end, it was pleasantly revered – yet one of my footnotes were not too sincere.
For I decided near my heart’s lake to write poems against my God – and there was no doubt, his descendants saw
So The Black Moon descended again; a method called, and the beautiful horizon might as well been a sent mirage.

Many serene white moons have passed; where I've seen the Black Moon; descend in my slumber
How I wished for the horizon, or maybe I should have prayed - to have it by the end of the summer
I want to ascend from rubble - my heart's lake quenches holy waters from the heavens
Yet my soul refuses to quit-infusing with sin - denying the help from a church or a reverend.

Yes, I didn't turn to a Methodist, or turn to a Methodist - to repent for my sins
Instead I dabbled in sex, fighting, and alcoholism, all coming from the hellish depths of within'
I continued to write blasphemous poems near my heart's lake, while watching skeletons subside in the surface
Maybe it was time I realized scrutinizing is worthless, and lived with the intent of finding a purpose.

Living with the intent of finding a purpose to live, what are the gifts - that journey will give?
Will it be a serpent that slithers in the crevice of rifts, or holy water for extinguishing the hell's fire - burning my crypt.
I see the ghastly Black Moon, hover over my heart's lake, and the whistling wind is trapping my breath
Maybe one day, I'll see the beautiful horizon again, glistening over this valley of death.

Many serene white moons have passed, and the Black Moon descended over my self
The sky was starless, maybe it was meant for me - as a phoenix from ash arose for my health
Devilish memories flooded the lake of my heart; as demons appeared out of dirt from the valley
Even he himself; Satan in the flesh, waited for my breath - for he felt I deserved a finale!

Yes, I am freighted of my demons and devil(s), but I must face them - face to face
For I know with you, Lord - and the savior's flame, I will have a saving grace.

Seraphim's response:

We've heard your cry, thy bless'ed son - the tides of your heart's lake have rendered much
May you follow the magnificent horizon, ascend and such - and feel The Lord's tender touch.
Your dreams beckon, reach out for the valley of death to prosper, passed the clouds and tests of somber
For you are one with Heaven's father, and with him - evil, will be forever conquered.

With that, the demons have vanquished, for I feel a miraculous light in my soul
Satan retracted his menacing presence, and to see God's miracle was a sight to behold
For The Black Moon ascended, and the beautiful Horizon never looked so bright, for my destined charm raised
And thus began a miraculous journey, as I was baptized in my heart's lake.

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