The Pilgrimage Of The Soul

Most misguided souls banging for salvation on Heaven’s door, transgressions of feeble needs overrule and controls                  
The weight of gold cannot get you faster passage, or a seat at the throne of glory, our fate has already been foretold                  
I had an epiphany with Yeshua in my dream                  
Upon His voice, this realm of carnage upon His oasis is Revelation reborn so shall it seem                  
Entities aloof with the word of gospel in mouths                  
Spewing hatred with wicked tongues as fast as water pours from spouts                  
                  
Does it make the heathen’s plight more of greater shame                  
When the mind controls the heart, the theology not found in the Creator's name                  
Purity above all and the glory in the benediction before the resurrection in remembrance we communion the fame                    
In the cringe of sickness and impending death we call out for forgiveness in the darkness of night                  
Asking for redemption of past burdens, manipulation, discontent, blasphemy, degradation, forgotten by the blood of His sacrificing strips                          
I bow my head down and whisper in the solemn vow of my earthly pleads                  
Upon my repent for humanity sin’s is between my father and me                  
You try to cut me to turn the other cheek, in the end we maim one another to find out we all bleed                  
Looking under rocks for crumbs of meager peace                  
Until you are one with, mind, heart, body, and soul, you cannot discern to judge of others when we preach          
      
Oh, thy great soul to the magnificent of the air, fire, water and earth                  
The land weeps of so many voices trying to understand places in life only to mirk                  
Are the wise words of intelligence the cordial to give a pass of non-strife from the originality of sin                  
Everyone’s greetings noted to be paper thin                  
If I tell you about the enigmas of the Illuminati, the Freemasons, the Skulls and Bones, or the Knight Templars                    
Written upon ancient scrolls, would the opening of the Pearly Gates still allow me in                  
                  
Listening to riveting testimonies rising from the gates of hell                    
In private, self-medicating the mental sickness found in the psyche of the core                  
In a suit and dress the next day, head swollen with convictions, mental medication highs of euphoria after digesting, to the world never to tell                  
Segments of the population reading from the Black Book of Satan, entertaining by the Order of Nine Angels (ONA) and their demonic ruses                  
Lust, desires, ecstasy, its seductive allies to give thirst to its alluring muses                            

The brain power plays tricks on the heart                  
I hear it daily in sessions, and it sounds like a beautiful persuasive work of art                    
Murdering, raping, sodomize in lamentation with excuses, ‘the devil made me do it’                  
Contentions with smooth words, only to dissect the layers of the mind and who’s residing to give it a spiritual uplift                    
To give credence to label what we take in vain as intellects unto the four elements, may is float upon the high seas and unto the air softly, drift              
Institutionalized and grizzly pardoned of crimes, unto society, it’s a sickening gift          
May the manifestations of my incantations always bear in truth, to cradle the heart, and bitter upon the stomach in denial as it sits        
      
      
Selah