Heavenly gifted

I'm baffled at the talent wasted on masters of the craft of challenging 5he elephant with a battle of elegeant words elevated from a heavenly aim in this game it seems faded persuaded paraded I'm irritated they made it about a way of negated hate just to go get paid. I wont let it get hijacked like the federal reserve in my meditative state oh the nerve it would take to deserve to lose the preserved greatness to be heard In the gates and the patience to wait for what does it serve me to gain the whole world if I lose my Soul. Theres no way you could pay me a cent. I'm just praying in sentences. In a way of repent.So it needs no defense. Just weighing immense gravity in the dreams I awake with revelations. I follow the commands of my brokenness feeling whole. In the most beautiful hands in control of my waking.