Performances
Living requiems
Dancers in my peripheral lenses
Music and magic are what cleanses me
Empowered
Within
By using the octaves of my voice
I have no choice but to go with the flow
Without holding back at all, if possible
It is
Always
Possible
There have been many times when I could not hold my song back, even with a bullet hole threatening to be made in my temple
That fleshy landscape that is one of the softest regions of the skin that covers the skull
The trigger won\'t pull without asking my permission
I must have shared with it my innermost secrets
Must have had a vision that I foretold sometime in the past
One thing that I honor is that once a decision is made, it is firm
It outlasts the spin of life itself and moves on to my future where it will be held safely
This moment that I am living is sure different than what I have been caught up in for far too long
The gift of song is in my soul
I am ruled mathematically by the music
The greatest way to sum things up and be interested numerically in anything at all
My calling comes to me from the mouths of the musicians of the upper eschelon
The elite
The illuminatti
The performers and artists in the New Age of Enlightenment
Nothing Satanic or anything close to it has anything to do with being illuminated and what it entails
No gouging out of eyeballs or offering up the henchrails of the living to the Gods
Why would God heads of any caliber need us to offer up anything to them?
What a joke
Black magic is so irrelevant
So curious was I about it at such a bright young age
So good, I got it all out of my system early on rather than becoming a foolish oaf of a human like such a ridiculous many have
Stupid, thoughtless, puppet-like creatures hanging over rusted piping in the throngs of the ago
The newer races know better than to follow their ancestry
We must all join hands and manifest a much more effective plan of action
We are the main attraction, after all.....
9/24/2016