mtrotter1

The Storm

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?