Elevation

In the beginning me existing was amongst the non-living
Not living, where my “existing” in beginning was the ending
Of the Bible a phycho in deep meditation til my body reached elevation
Matching the revelations I receive daily. “Cockamamie ain’t he??”
They say…”He crazy, what he mean daily, I pop up daisies??”
Suicidal? Naw, it’s me mentally steadily climbing up the Eifel.
To a flying bullet…a running rhino Every charge only they and God know
two sides of every story—double-barrel rifle…
humbled like the Pharaoh plagued by how narrow the road is
when it finally closes and how many people won’t approach it or even get close to it
for their live is sugar-coated guided by their nose where ever it goes—Tou-can,
back to where they were pukin’ to them it’s amusin’ acting foolish
for his amusment, Lucifer not knowing their future ends up with the same flame
they use to light up the juniper passing the time by using her body up as if she isn’t beautiful
and worth more than how your abusing her feel me shooting you/shooting her
putting your souls on ice in a cooler…that’s how you save a life, get you saved where you die to yourselves preserve your lives
til the end of time where you meet Christ...