I have a predipostion to sin so in an attempt to retaliate against envy. I cut all ties and lived as a traveler.
A new found lifestyle deeper then the eyes are known as the window to the soul.
Understood it all started as I fell from grace, and became concious I was being tested as made up of clay and minerals.
Head broken, reassembled for another blow, my biggest fear.
ink stagmatic on paper plus prayers to grow.
beard grown out, how a flower wished his pedals didn't show.
you ease droppers chuckle and laugh while i'm sick on the toilet,
and the call stopped as heard in revelations to welcome the aftermath.
In the shadows I tell my sisters I love you, hold onto that fast.
them: hung upside down licking mud when there was no will to last.
but i tell you this, it was drastic how my insides felt
i sat calm in the pesence of a mirror as my heart fluttered, when for a second my soul thought it was time to face it's only fear.
Abulations performed and prayer rug layed out, when the angel of death came and told me Allah gave me one last wish.
and how merciful it was when the time to be extracted had came suddenly, right after I finally submitted and my will was written out.
What I'm trying to tell you is after 24 hours hunger pains go about, call it clear mind, visions of martyrdom known as signs.
I weep at my new found strength to control my own destiny and wither out.