A Heavenly Conversation

When the day of judgment comes,i hope the angels know me on a first name basis,a chance to encounter a place with no vindictive terrorists and hate spewing racists,making a promise to the lord and vowing never to forsake or disgrace this,using wisdom and strength to take me to uncharted lands and enchanted places,to met a man so kind he saves those in pain and reforms even the hard nosed atheist..

Forgive me please for my faith has become weakened and shakened,my heart is of no use if it continues to keep breaking,cloak me in a heavenly blanket so my bones don't grow brittle,the dream is mine for the taking,the masquerade of my mind has grown tired of faking,tremors of remorse leave me violently shaking,spill my blood on the canvas for you to better understand my painting,the grains of sand in the hourglass continue draining,still i lie complacent and waiting,my outer appearance is just the mold,come grasp my soul if you want the meaning of my making the meek and poor shall inherit the earth for these were the words,the tears running down my face are silent,but if you listen close enough, their screaming to be heard

whats up homie where you been.i absolutely agree with you and i take ear to your advice.glad to see your back🙂