Mind weighed down by matter
still wondering if the silent universe can be measured
or if the Earth is really Round.
My subconscious Occupers the Space within.

Silence speaks in the shadows of who i am.
trying to wrestling this Need within me,
i need a fix that Cocaine cannot satisfy,
a longing for more than this,now.
I hear them.their SOuls Afraid to Speak of God.
Afraid of that name of Jesus.
Any greater power but God..they beg.
They are the living dead.
Scared of what others mite think of them
I am them.

the world hates the saints.Its a reminder of what life could be.
the World hates what it cannot understand.