Mind Matrix
By: Julia L. Clark
Outside this window,
Reveals me in troubled footsteps
As the hail storm
Of blurry reflections
Has been re birth in all demons.
As the battle against the
Authority that rule the world
Of shortage of destruction
Contraception I abortion
My pity.
You see,
Its been
Caste down
On the very ground
Of my mind
Making graffiti
To the side walks of
My peace city.
The armor of any religious
Spirit you praise
Is needed
Because the blood has been splattered
And you look in to my face like I talk with
Ignorance.
Well,
Let me relate my language
Of speaking tongue to you
And un glue you to
The lies you thought was true.
I don’t moo like a cow are
Un wrap your eyes from this towel
Just because I was once the wolf
That howl in the attention crowd.
My brother Saul was blinded
In his very vintage
For trying to sentence
The word of Jehovah
Not knowing
There was a limit to pay
And caged trap rats
Molded in dropping clay.
To shake in your own skeletons
Because I am not certain if
You yourself know the exact
Day,
Time,
Minute,
Second,
Our hour,
We may be judge.
But you have the nerve
To disrespect.
What gave you
Flesh and make
A phone call
To I am Satan Atheist.
Your knees share a
Story so what’s
Behind the rolling
Of your 20’s
Are the Knock Off
Dubs you ride on?
The answer is
You don’t know
Because your trap
In a world that
Was given to him
And your no longer
Part of this world
Because the same King
That actually own it
Will be stoning you
And your descendants
To the stake
Just like a replay
Of my
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Adding your comment:
uhm.... ok well thanks i am glad you liked this one because this happen to be one of my favorites that I have penned 
thank you Dez
take care
now this is a favorite piece, very DEEP I must admit. The references are on point; as we do travel in satanic destinations. Loved this.
thanks that is most certainly right
