Art is my Soul Poetry/life

Enlighten your oculus look amidst  my voices mirage, I’m walking through sand storms of Sahara’s dessert, treasure to pillage I’ve seen in illusional villages, she told me the black winged singed as pharaohs, fallen from a sanctums tower, biblical inception for societies misdirected lust for blood power, these tongues influence everyday stature, and your everyday sentence structure, we plummet, stars shooting across Edens garden a paradise at the summit, some walk with no guidance, others have bondages that bind for the same cause like applauds from an audience, white gloves blood stained from the hardships of darkened oceans, it devours the souls broken, who were left believing in crusader war ships, to plant the root of their corrupted sanctified worship, look at your earth from the throne at the sun seat of Horus, pray it illuminates our pitch night and light on over our solis, a supernova that burns endless, with black flames of bombarded napalm, calm emotions fire into meteors of sorrow, even the insignificant have significance like the eye of sparrow,

Verse for a song I am writing

Brainwashing machines are implemented as Advertisements,

Making the materialistic demented placed in the 4 corners of the globe a solitary confinement,

War torn worlds rips a rift within our self conscious, 

Wheres peace if disaster has never ceased we are made by the vision they force us to see,

Don’t ya realize? open thy eyes to a bigger paramount and take account,

Underground parties hypnotized society into a hypnotic void,

A whirlpool of illusions twisting our right choice to make us avoid spiritual voices, 

Archangels and Demonic Hierarchies clash,

While the torrents of Horus are distorted with a virus to erase and sedate our minds,

Eclipsing our shine consumed in Darkness corrupted we have been portrayed a portrait decayed,

But we harness the power to yield the harvesting of our souls,

And harvest the seeds to the book of life, they want us to fall

And burn in the showers of brimstone, while the cowards cower and howl at the moon for success,

Not realizing their the pawns and we the kings of chess,

We cant falter lets alter destiny to play our individual symphonies.  

Guess what the fucking president of honduras is my uncle sounds like a lie but seriously he is.

Our choices are the leaves in our tree of life.

Falling down from the sky my thoughts flow within the air all I want is to breach the heavens but I can’t my mind is a hazard to the saint

Once again I land with no inception the grass beneath my feet looses life the water that touches my lips corrupts with crisis

The lonely path I walk does not welcome me as even “it”wants to be alone and distant from the scent of my grief

I was nothing destined to be i can’t believe even destiny has forsaken me is this my fate all I can do is laugh faintly

Echoes do you hear my call honestly I will disappoint you and break your heart i realize I’m the hunter of the one being hunted this is my war!

Look at the sky it cries in despair as even the rain that falls is poisoned with the blood of Satan and the air darkened with his breathe of lies

The oceans are filled with bodies of cursed beings who drank the sweet tears of the devil so foolishly they consumed his ignorance

Look at the souls they roam the lands above the core as they allowed lucifer to be their guide into the great divide

The Moon its pale as a corpse the grave of the sorrow who to greed betrayed their spirit as judas did his faith With God.

Where did you go where did you go? Where have I gone?!