Demons go up to me suddenly talking nonsense,i am like God is this real?He nods and says revelation apocalypse, so i kneel and ask for strength to hold on to the throne because i know when people hear this demons won't leave me alone.Heaven is my home to me for earth i'm just a guest, i'm suggesting suicide for them they don't know Jesus bled, too much blood shed they fed believers with torment, i use my phone i call my lord not simply because i'm not bored but its because i did my chores, and i'm not a man of's a spiritual battle they channel me with words,but birds give me strengh and wisdom so i kickem to the curb.Do not disturb me with your deals because my truth is real,, you could kill or torture me but my life will be chill,until the day i rise my poetry will be something just like an offering at church i'm thankful God gave me this blessing.

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