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Always Stay Happy In A Divine State Of Mind

Devoid of festering and lamented bitter sorrows            
Doves soaring in search higher grounds burying turmoil of past tomorrows            
The covenant of rainbow between God and man            
None holier unto humanity from where we stand            
            
He who seeks shall find peace, within their reach            
For the masqueraded, acrimony, rancor, discontent shall never lash the meek            
Time is not assured by the human’s mind            
Life is the blink of an eye in God’s time            
Turn away and allow Sodom and Gomorrah to burn            
Things we cannot see, we can never discern            
One eye is always to see, the other eye is always to do            
Right eye of the Sun left eye of the Moon              
            
Battles shall commence, in fallen tears, in remembrance shall be felt            
Moments in life heals itself            
Wicked seeds of destruction allowed to thrive upon holy ground            
Will never bear ripe fruit within this life or the next time around          
Darkness journeys on the path of enlightened balancing the scales            
The free will from Good and Bad the battle always for Heaven or Hell            
The slew of the two-edge tongue of the truth will uphold            
Praying on knees for others to conform come out the cold            
Stand on the sacrosanct beliefs written in the sacred scrolls of old            
            
Into the night humanity falls like casting precious stones            
When hearts rest upon the anointing of salvation          
Closed eyes needing to connect to earthly atone            
Weary minds in perception take restless cover            
The righteous, the faithful, and the sinner souls in quietude as the shadow of death hovers              
Prayers to the almighty to continue to resist temptation, is to believe            
Placing faith in the cause of that small mustard seed            
      
Masks to hinder my speech but not my eyes            
Propaganda bioengineered proteins created in a lab overseas            
Hindrance of truth by governmental media lies            
The upper echelon matrix of Humanoid and Artificial Intelligence will fall under its own demise          
Is this the puppeteer's plan          
The division of races to denounce the cries of lost voices where principles will no longer matter, twisted laws will only stand        
Immigration, the new servitude to command        
To clone civilization, the other haff inoculate toxins in the herd of child, woman, and man          
Have faith, stockpile your goods, we are moving into the blood sacrifice age          
Preserve those bottles of water, it is long away to look upon the sky, the truth no longer hidden, study your theological page          
          
Asking in the cloak of darkness while wishing for redemption            
Genocide by Marshal Law unto the masses, increasing the cost of daily survival, and higher taxes with no exemptions            
We are in the wilderness of time, where is Moses once again to part the sea of divinity          
The Merchants of depopulation the Reapers of death in the soil, who hears our cries has the Creator forgotten about you and me            
On falsehood chariots they ride into poverty-stricken hoods as they poison the multitudes' DNA to set them free        
On a ventilator, mechanical breaths          
Was healthy yesterday, mental thriving until now, the body agitated, the only rest you seek is death      
      
Allow me to feel the rain upon my face      
So, I know when I close my eyes, my dreams will be cradled by Allah’s grace      
Rain down on me in my day of furlong, show me love in passing      
Anoint my presence with understanding, compassion      
Upon my homeless sight bring into my existence mental peace      
So, my heart may not become weary in my pilgrimage where dry comfort I seek greets      
When shelters are out of reach        
As my mind, and my weary body may rest upon a bed of stones      
Where my soul can quietly atone      
    
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
A bitter tongue speaks the ill-will of an altered state of mind...

Therefore, Don't Worry Be Happy... always.
SKC🖤

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