As I walk this earth cast out as the dark angel, I look into the souls of many, all the while they build a noose for my hanging, as the preacher sanctifies it with his magic potion.
I view the faces that surround me, and notice they all claim to baptize themselves in there own holy water, and claim they are re-vived, yet they burn me at the stake like a witch,all for a vision they could not foresee. I am forced to justify my actions, as I plead the fifth I refuse to indulge in thier hypocrisy,for I am not of thier creed,nor thier gavel of choice.
As the evangelist's surround me and conform to rebuke my soul, awaiting a demon to arise,they prepare to take me down, with there palms placed upon my flesh, they chant words of the divine.
I rise from there attack,with my own nemeses, opening my wings....flying free, my fury lights the sky as I revoke there right to chain my soul to thier blasphemy, for they know not what my visions hold.
Soaring threw the sky, I retaliate as my emotions flood there cloaks, I rise above the tarnish it leaves behind, as the rain washes away the stench out of my cells, I reclaim my destiny, to help the chosen few.
My spirit is vast, and it only thickens threw the despicable actions of the ignorant,and the frightened, for they fear what I will see when I look into there being, so they mask my gift with impurities.
Yet they themselves do not even know what I would see, how could they know the truth of there own being , when it is bred from there own lies, yet they claim they are prophets for the ministries as they ramble off scripts from there sacred book of truth.
How paralyzed they are in there own fraudulent world of garble, to bestow there rage of fear on me, because they do not believe that a jaded soul that does not travel with a white cloth of religion, and has shook hands with the dark side , can harbor such a gift of spiritual enlightenment, As if there church is the only way to be blessed,and rise above , to save yourself.
I have acquit myself of the scrutiny of there long forgotten ways, I emerge into the light, and spread my foresight to a minimal list of souls that believe I am not the pan handler for hell,that collects for the small price of loftiness.
Although it is not easy rising above the brush of vengeance,from such malice, in this racist world that not only claims the color of our skin, but contaminates our souls; I fight the world that has damned me into this dark domain of existence, as I learn life is pain you just get used to it.
I do not fear there wrath, nor do I anticipate to cater to there beliefs, as some sort of need for there acceptance, I walk alone, not to trust the devious vultures that prey on the starvation of the desire to be recognized.
Hypocrites they come in all shapes and sizes, they are the weak, that only pretend to be the strong, and they only believe in what they can see, not in what can be seen in them.
Some refer to it as a lie, some refer to it as the truth......I refer to it as a GIFT from GOD!
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Many deem themselves worthy of judgement of all others. This I have seen and felt always! Here is truth...I believe what you say here, not because I am being kind. There are those of us who have been chosen to live a certain way...to see certain things. We will always be misunderstood and persecuted by those who are not aware. What a pleasure to read you and to know you! Thank you for sharing this write with me...be certain I will read more of you very soon!
Blessings~
Az
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so true
thanks for taking the time to read this, and it is refreshing to have someone who comments with an understanding of this way of life.....i will venture into ur writes as well!
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Such a wonderfully written piece here. Im sick and tired of hypocrites myself. Saying one thing and going off doing another. people like that get me mad and its people like that that makes me stick to my words, stick to my ideas and never changing in a split moments time. i dont want to be thought of as one of them.
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If I have read this correctly, I believe your heartfelt anger is directed toward hyporites. I don't see anything wrong with your feeling that way, especially if the hyprocrite is a person of the cloth. I seem to detect some of your anger is related to a personal experience. Perhaps you have been hurt or deceived by a person passing themselves off as a minister? You don't have to answer that if you don't want to. I'm sorry if I have delved into personal territory.
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Very well written again. This font color is very hard to read though and I would make a suggestion to lighten it up a bit. Again I noticed a few typos and wrong forms of words used. *I'm picky like that* I cant puncuate for crap but I can spell...
...Scott
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thnx
I am not sure wich words you found that were used wrong could u give me a hint in IM or somthing...cause I did over look it.
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Hypocrites they come in all shapes and sizes, they are the weak, that only pretend to be the strong, and they only believe in what they can see, not in what can be seen in them.
that is my fav pert i like this one alot
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