My eyes dilate as I accelerate and undulate through the waves of wind. The sinners have re-sinned and I’m ready to speak. Again.
I tried before and all was ignored, They only hated and abhorred. Nobody listened because they were bored. If they didn’t help me at the first disclosure, why would they help when it’s all-most over?
My sword is set to slice, no matter what the price. It’s time to excise. I exercise my right to flight. Or is it fawn, freeze, or fight?
My intention is solid on this stormy night. I can see through the smoke. The billow of lies can no longer choke. The pillow is no longer pressed against my throat.
I’m cutting up these clouds of thought and dropping bombs upon self-doubt. I don’t need my goggles to shield me or to see who or what happened to me.
My history is saved up in my muscles and bones, in my moans and my groans. My story's as strong as stone. And, in the end, with all I know, soon I'll be home at my throne.
