Prophecy #1A Poem by Payton ThaProphet
My stature elevates to that of a God as my status drops lower in this place I reside. My reasoning is reason for accompanied banter and developed such a wisdom surpassing the history channel. The stream of calculation is a vastly different effort from the tragedy of living a life of endless measures. Cooperation between sensations and confrontation is the duration of the escalation and times a wastin. Pour the holy spirit out upon the nations of the planet demanding that cannons be placed upon the canvas. The promise of a better tomorrow for the children and the bridging of a gap that has yet to be filled in. The stars in the sky portray a different time when the elite will be alive and the demons will die. Exceeding expectations for peaceful existence has the portion of the populist rhetoric defenseless. Exert what they expect and be inducted amongst those kings, or else embrace the most high after lives and be freed, It's your decision....
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