LIVING Will

LIVING Will

Sometimes I talk too much and other times too little

but much is at the heart of this matter

do you hear the whispers pitter-patter

a breeze and silence both speak given time

visit the cortex of my mind

don't feed me lies-filled with nitrates

but go ahead and eat meat

sample, taste from my soul plate

get fat on my sustenance of light

I have come to show you, not Illuminati but illuminate

look beyond the azure blue

everything is not rosey and coming up daises

the sky is hazy

clouds try to cover up His son

look what we have done, are doing, again

crucifixion is more then a jewelry fixation

they say cannibalism, I say redeeming blood, no pun

intended to save and cleanse us of our sins

dead, but washed by water

now living and weekly eating bread

praising His name

for there is no other that can save us

save us from ourselves

cause we rely on dumb

from tvs and radios that have no brains only frames

framed to rob us in our own house

in front of our face they steal

our children and youth are not even for sale, they’re free

not free as in unbound and unchained

they are free, uninhibited, poised to become our enemies

we were forewarned by our forefathers

that the end times would come

these words should not be found funny

now cell phones are guns

and if the advice of the radio doesn’t kill you

the micro-waves and rays will

where is your will to break this cycle of slavery

cancer can be undone and prevented even more

vaccine tricks will not enter my son’s arm

another school year and he is still running strong

strong arming us to take pills, genocide

better believe the armed forces won’t be HIS free ride

government supported homicides

breast milk substitutes as carriers bending genders to the side

I think we will sit this masquerade out

out-side the White House has more power then the word “some”

yet we lay dormant waiting on the power of one

someone doesn’t believe me

but conspiracy is more then just a theory

these ARE JUST some

wake up and smell the human dung

fertilizing the flowers is flesh that once was

borrowed brows that sweated and then hung like testicles on cattle

without a thank you or even well done

I would much rather drink Jesus blood and go up to meet him in the sun

then support a crooked house leaning, white OR black

or even less then half of the sum

Wake Up and try to picture that

E Pluribus Unum

you can have THAT back

a nation forever divided

same currency doesn’t make it EQUAL one

now still alive I leave this will

well don’t bury me until God says be still

let Him play Him all by Him-self

no beast will ever mark or mock me

and with that, decide what side YOU are fighting on

ok NOW I’m done.

© 8.15.2011 Natasha “Beautiful Thought” Anee