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Mortal Man

Do you hear behold the pale white horse and beast calling out to the winds  
It speaks so loud in the ruin of mankind’s destiny, the third eye of enlightenment, if you have to discern Revelations is not the end, it is the beginning of a quiet travesty  
Man against machine, they will embed in the cornerstone of between artificial intelligence to deceive technology will become a mental anxiety    
What you watch, on that propaganda soap box will always come to past  
They term in your world, Evolution, was already here, from the green tree effect, climate change, chem trails, pollutants leaking into the eco-system, gamma rays entrenched deep in radioactive soil, blinders in life, when the truth is of light  
   
Spiritual evolution begins upon the megabytes, gigabytes, to flush out the essence of man’s mind    
Only a password, and a log in to cheating the knowledge to learn, ordained by Father Time  
Presence enslaved to a chair to rest of woos, a desk to bring the illusion to a screen of false hope, murdering in 3D, you can even purchase mind altering medications, and the downfall of man, potent dope  
Where is the absence of love letters, where humanity’s scent sprayed of reminisce  
Found from the heart, and written upon the sacred scrolls with a sealed kiss  
   
Evolution of the soul, evolution of thyself and what it instills inside  
Mortals have crossed into the bridge of no return where the religion of your faith, and the horns will coincide  
You create your actuality, what you need and what your heart desires  
The contrast can never be given or measured in appreciation if it’s to be given from the depth of fire  
It will burn your soul in the end, mirrors cannot hide the darkness of the soul, what it sees in the façade deserted from its origin    
   
History of where you have been, and now it appears Jim Crow is squawking once again  
It makes for a dark existence, and no Dawn Early’s Light, it divides, and not to outlast  
Soldiers march forward and learn to rebuild from a destructive past  
Rejoice from the chains to the mind, which has been broken  
What is the excuse my breadthen, my sister to forsake your throne as words of greatness from your articulation has spoken    
   
The Giants called out in a land before the footsteps of the destruction of man  
Heaven do not have those doom means of chaos to destroy what was written for eyes to come to understand  
The blood loss for the disavowal of peace, now cries of salvation echoes from the lands  
No peace upon the high seas  
Above the clouds on the Moon is the farthest a human will ever reach  
The world exists for you and me  
   
A human being executed while sleep in the midst of dreams, breathing, and then ascending without opening up their eyes  
Riding up a driveway, assassinated and now memories of a taken life without provocation residing in the sky  
Where the Sun worships genes the nutrients it gives to the skin    
The beauty of the Creator’s miracle given way back when  
   
Nephilim parchments flooded before it touched the ground  
Reptilian bloodline of the elite with purple crests upon the many medals worn upon his monarch's chest    
The synagogue of treason, treachery, and deceit in the dynasty stories now tell  
Royalties from a book does sell  
Invest in the history of mankind, such wickedness foretold and sinful in the lineage details  
   
The truth of the gospel is not written in hearts of stone  
It is of the spirit, who respects the tabernacle of the soul, pay universal homage to his soulmate, and provides the stability of his castle, his home  
Unto the man with the crooked bow who shoots arrows to the skies  
His investment on earth, is riddled with malice, hate, self-gloat, and twisted lies  
Live, love what reason is there not to, and why  
You only get one lifetime to make your first impression, do it in good health, do it with style, and as a mortal, always continue to try  
Lift your inspirations, goals, dreams for self, and make them fly  
   
Civilization has the Ten Commandments in the back pocket, as the entrance of a soul spews  
Whom do you trust, Lucifer, or do you trust, Satan when your soul unto him is due  
Empty hands revealed and a scorching dream  
There is no crystal ball of a lifespan lived, nothing too easy is never as it seems  
Dedication, perseverance, and a passion to bare your Cross in your journey    
You have more chances if you can still feel the beating of your pulse in reverie  
   
Depending on the moments whispered in the dark  
A sacred bond must form between the Creator and His image, there, intellectually he purges the confessions of his heart  
His creed divided by the hunt of a lion within, shaped by his perceptions, acclamations, unto the equanimity of his mind, he’s well preserved in wisdom, he is balanced, he envelopes you in his enunciation, bedazzling you with his loving, how he composes his life, is, as if he’s the masterpiece, his own work of art  
The fading of creation in the trees rustling  
It’s about the dynamics of people hustling and bustling    
   
Stand strong in your own warmth, this lifespan from what the eyes have seen, and mouths have professed  
Take care of your health, mind, eyes, and keep your ears clean, and listen to what the winds to you may confess  
An unclean psyche is where you allow warped-minded perceptions  
Misguided conceptions  
We were once as Kings and Queens who walked the terrain before the settler’s brought disease, crime, famine, and war  
The Books of Genesis unto Exodus tells of these things have come to past by the generations it continues to happen fourscore  
   
Calling out to Pharaoh for salvation, the ruler of a thriving ancient ruin nation  
Evolution is energy of self, unrelative theories, yet, that Artificial Intelligence mandated by mankind is now a prose    
Only to clone the sacredness of mankind’s scrolls    
The invention and progression of AI, the handheld mark in society’s hand, 5G speed on a highway to Heaven or the highway to Hell    
You command it, it does it, and keeps your secrets private from what you ask or tell  
To a land as far without the sacredness of thee    
Always remember to bless over your footsteps, your home, your food, and without any reservations, always believe  
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 16th May 2023
Author's Note
Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.

Hosea Ballou

For additional reading, 'Beyond A Pale Horse' by William Cooper
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