PANIC spells his name wrong on my naive face,
as I lay awake and stare alone deep into space.
I take in the mystery of the crescent moon,
and wonder if the bright star to its left,
is coming to bring all of us to our death.
POSSIBLY, my uncle keeping me in a vegetated,
mind state, was a better play,
Yet at the sign of a lie,
my cry to be respected opened the Sun God's eye,
so now I stand before my Lord with blood on my lips,
and begin to sing the words I used to pray.
FORGIVE us for we know not what we do,
trembles out as I coward away sick with fear.
Following the directions you left at the temple,
helped man gain order in the lands divided by the Elohim.
Forgive me father for WE ALL have sinned,
you by putting my mind in a mental prison,
and myself for keeping it there,
living in fear of that, the truth
on every level.
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