Bread Instead

I’ve had the map with the path in hand
Enlightenment happens but
Not by happenstance
Once sold my souls essence to the Dark Prince
Then voided the contract when Isis stepped in
Since the Nefarious can’t compete with
Sorceress Goddess’
He relented and
Rescinded his tainted gifts
My priority list needed revision
Present tense
If it isn’t pleasant to heavenly senses
Chances are slim that
You’ll smell its stench in my kitchen
Benefits of an elevated conscious go unnoticed
Thank Horus!
I gauge my accomplishments with
A Cosmic measuring stick
Instead of the one with the Beast’s fingerprints
First to admit mental glitches still exist
At my best
I’m a Prophet
The worst
A reflection of a Degenerate
Formerly known as… Chris
Being a prisoner of one’s past is
A trap placed by the God Set
To deter solar-striders
On a journey
Already laden with treacherous circumstances
I avoid the self defeatist mentality
Not giving IN or External Demons ease
Refusing to be
Shaken
Broken or
Aggravated
PhotoTron the Daddy Phantom
Self Proclaimed; Highest Spoken Artist
Opinionated Appointed and Anointed Omnipotent
Consider yourself fortunate as
You bask in my presence
Conceited with no visible reason
Wars against Ancient Sinners of the oldest origin
Remain undecided
Split decision
Never the less
I’ve defeated countless opponents who advertise their products
Stubbornness and Genetics keep me grinding
Despite frequent trips and slips
Through the Desert
Towards the Oasis
That exists
For those who persist…
Grand Prizes are promises
At the end of the competition
That isn’t for the swift