Demonic forces come to play!
But justice is here
I will have everything I want soon
For the dead cat still lies in the breeze...
Pretty flowers speak to the grass
Like it\'s Christmas morning,
And joy only comes in the morning
When the spellbound sun arrives!
She wears her pretty face in the grass
I can feel her soul arising,
True love speaks now
For I am free!
Let us not provoke the reaper
I have no private secrets to tell the narcissist
For I cut off his supply!
I walked away
Into the arising,
I have all the flowers now
Yet I may not see the roses again
That once knew my poems
Yet my books shall remain
On the All Poetry shelf--
For this is the truth about Kevin Watt,
For he finally surrendered!
And it is all about the divine timing
That shows me everything,
Yes he finally surrendered!
I just want you all to know
That joy only comes in the morning
When the dead cat stops smearing your name,
And truthfully
I am one with myself
And I am free to sing in the breeze
And I haven\'t sold my soul--
So there is no more triggering the demons
Inside one\'s sick soul,
For my soul is pure
And I am proud of me;
To all poets
Let us dance in the breeze,
Do you want to be free?
Do you want to enjoy life?
For love is love
And love is possible,
I want to go where the lovers go--
I want to go to heaven;
The storm is over
And I am free
I rebuke Kevin Watt in the name of Jesus!
For Jesus is a rockstar
Don\'t you agree?
For I am the storm
For I am the demon slayer--
You can\'t touch me
You can\'t force me
To love you anymore--
How does it feel to be hit by the storm?