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Beyond Miracles

The Insane Prophet

By Kiefer JacksonPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
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Beyond miracles

There’s always another way around but some things you gotta meet face to face and it brings you down crazy how we can be so overwhelmed and I’m facing the lord but I won’t forget what I’m playing for got that s as my chest we hide what we hide but you can’t escape what’s crawling under the skin locked up in what felt like a cage in a prison of all these flourishing thoughts that still are and were to resurrect I’m just rebuilding my name pain starts numbing till nothing is pumping through to my senses I can’t feel a thing I only fear to think and watch the sun rise against the which way of the wind always getting closer though I’m not even getting close to it residing in the depths of my eye delusions designed that I’ve disguised behind truth I take a glance inside only to find my soul is drowning in this corruption in behind the light of my eye so I break free and lift off recreated by the same damn thing that was unstoppable a force left stranded bleeding out of thought I caught this disease when open wounds seems to infect you sought to open hearts with the beat of my cardiac rhythm with symptoms of falling apart

what i've seen made my beliefs

but i'm a visionist well over top on the wings of an eagle drop the message from the clouds

infiltrating the dark side

wolf fangs that glisten to be as sharp as the blade under the night sky when struck pumps adrenaline

speak past what they come after in this world of the malevolent literal fascination

i can feel it with every breath in my lung fear is the smell of it

among the clouds to grow past thee above growing past the birds and the sun

I choose to deny and defy what you see

breaking out in the sickness expanding rapidly at a molecular rate

infecting dna

turning genetics to the ways of the beast

infect your nebula like a virus

enhancing neurokenetics creating a super nova to eyes unseen

take a trip into my dimension in the dim lit atmosphere

just trying to breathe and catch up to the pace but the gravities are too much to pace in

inevitable with this pressure condensing in my head

the need to let it out and express

like a cloud precipitating feelings that never left

through time that time had made felt to just be lettin it out with that reason to prove self

i got the mind as the storm, lost in the eye of a source, in the mind of the force, in the eye of the storm within a mind of it all

it will only arise

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Kiefer Jackson

These words are my only escape

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