I speak in the clarity of prophecy, it’s like the air I breathe has wind in the way it’s said. The sound of the articulation, the motivation of my annunciation.
Candle flames drive a whole world insane, a populace pretending to be sane. I will change, I’m the one that’s not the same. My heart is not up for games.
A little strange, kinda eccentric, blessedly so. I open my chest, I bare my body for a man like you. Will you take me, will you come inside me, where we confide. I will allow everything you have to become one with so.
It’s now out of our control, we have this seed that’s nearly full grown. Now I’m birthing this rose, this gift you have me. Anything can be a savior, the revelation.