The Destruction
My life seems reckless
Israel was on my mind
The war like common ground
The voices stopped my frown
I welcomed him with a smile
Baby David, my golden crown
Yet he made me a greater one
The weight more than ten pounds
Spirits I have found
Wine, and those from the ground
Have returned, or ventured out
Heaven Lewis or Earth Spectre
Specks of eternity
Baby David, you shall see
I call you baby
Or at least previously
Speak to me
Why must you plot against me?
Usually under a willow tree
Stricken with wind
Your plan: one I do not comprehend
The gated fence between us?
Thin
The blood on your hands?
I’ll rinse it
Dispense it
Vegetarian hit-list
Cannibalistic
I’ll devour in bites
Sound bites across miles
Your spirit will travel beyond the skies
Distant realms
Different miles
Golden tiles?
You dream of temples that I can provide
King of all Kings
Who is rich enough to clean The Nile
All eleven oceans
Those you wish I paced
The destruction?
Not of Israel, no!
Our false connection corrected by my actions
You blaspheme me with simple statements
I return with level headed statements
Statements
Statements
Level headed statements
We could escape
I am twelve percent Israeli
Let’s say I have an obligation
To protect the Israeli nation
I type as you cry
Weightlift
Tears weighing down the skin
Head titled high
Zero point nine three kilograms
Twenty two point six grams in Jesusine land
Book in hand
Wink
Haha “Boomerang”
Death Lewis previously protected mankind
I shot my shot to shoot some down
Air ball
Blanket shots that provide me doubt
Cotton cloth on the pillow you prop
I revived with intentions that you would thank me back
Lasting emotions, scars, and trauma
I wanted you back as soon as I received the knowledge
Nightmare games that you had been shot
I played along
Watch out
Lights out
Ricocheted bullets
A cash cow that donates?
Depends on the number of bullets
Sprayed out
Bodies drop
The idea of your’s, King David, started this pairing of words
Testify above the birds
Firmament tint
Heaven’s halo
I sent down angels
Well well well
We-
I’ll discuss
Now I send coordinates
Now I sense targets
See, they pray for victory
Yet I’m undercover
With no cover
Necessary
Required
Study lab in Heaven with a stuffed book bag
Provided the reassurance of laws I could recite
Catch it!
Hike
Treadmill or a hike
Hike or a bike
The King of all Kings would like another invite
To calm fake anxiety (of mine)
With words I’ll have to trust or dislike
In preparation for our first greeting
Jesusine vision…
You have seen me
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