P.O.E.T. (Prophet Of Eternal Testament)

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What’s good people. I am P.O.E.T.(Prophet of Eternal Testament) also known as theGodspitter. A Bio on someone gets at someone about the former someone’s summation of history, experience, and passions. I could sit here and list for you the venues I have rocked, the mics I have crushed, and the people I have come to know and love. However, I prefer to show you the face of who I am by painting the picture of the resume of a Poet, Lyricist, and Emcee. Mic check one ~ two: a P.O.E.T. prophetically praises with passionate professional pursuance of a Past, Present and Future King. The Master of my past, present and future, the Pastor of my soul and the Pappy of my eternal pasturing. I’m after Him with the perfect possibilities of a child with way past the mathe~matics that make a fraction out of the poets that push the paper without acknowledging the maker of the tree first. The burst of the poetry is A plus a plow to plant seeds where life’s pain’s birth. a Lyricist lights up the likings of a lover of life’s location and loathes the incoherent spitting of lowly motivational tactics like manufactured hip-hop or rap crack addicts. The lot of them is the laugh of him who lace’s beats and faces the concrete jungles with Love’s complete answer, the Lovely Savior who’s name is the most famous of humans, the Lasting Lord of all that is and was and shall be, whose Letter will remain as all other passes away, just like this lyricist’s words will do (so look to Him yo). an Emcee or M.C. moves crowds and is the master of ceremonies that are held to embrace the imagination of a lost being searching for every memory that gives them eternal good times to embellish the past with hope of eternal kind, the yesterday that tomorrow finds the same plus the peace factor that all are after. The also known as theGodspitter, notice the name in the middle capitalized as I rise with capital eyes to see Emmanuel: The Way, The Truth and The Life revives, my music realized. So in a picture you see my soul. Psalm 45:1, the sum that breeds gold. ONE.