I STRIVE so HARD to LIVE my LIFE
in another TIME
where I am considered
as the GREATEST MAN to ever PROPHESY
I PROPHESY...
About the SORROWS,
JOYS of PAIN mixed with
TEARS of LAUGHTER
As the STRENGTH of a MAN
becomes his epitome of WEAKNESS
And though BLOOD flows through
his VEINS to his HEART
The VEIN entangles the ARTERIES
causing the PRESSURE
that makes the MAN
to stay ALIVE
The PROPHET afraid to PROPHECY
becomes the PROPHETIC words
needed to emphasis on his PROPHESY
The DOOM and GLOOM
around his SOUL can not be RECTIFIED
But with the BROOM
he sweeps away the DIRT and...
BOOM...
he comes to LIFE
His PERSON,
PERSONIFIED within the SELF he never knew
And as he AWAKENS,
his inner SELF becomes ENLIGHTENED
Pores of sweats trickles down the upper region of his TORSO
For the first time
he stands upright -
trying to followup
the path to his INNER-SELF
As PERCEPTION becomes known to him,
he FROZES...
As he tries to...
FEEL THE AIR... AND BREATH AGAIN
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