Enoch (unfortunate)

Walking down the corridor, seven windows towards the north. Balance the planet on my buddy's back, unfortunate. Buried the evidence, reborn as the president, talk of a nation that was heaven sent. Hell bound, Father freefalling so who you gonna tell now. Reborn as a commoner, the astonishing common sense, the apostles of my conglomerate. Short seasoned with the peace the people believe in. No reason for the treason but the air that we breathe in. Breath of fresh, the sinful confessions of a master digression that made a bad impression. When it isn't safe to walk away, a ways away a way is made. Diverse, limited for what it's worth..the thirst, symptoms of the curse. Plain old creation, savior after savior I have sent and still it seems we have a lack of communication...within the congregation. A meeting with giants in the land of the lost. Messages delivered to the unintended inhabitants. Potent as the voice of the almighty but the potential for this message is questionable to say the least. Unfortunate....the guide to freedom placed in a box and laced with the mystic of old. Intention and goal laced with gold, misplaced by the watchers correspondents and souls. Here's to the future, no claim to the past. For the path of Enoch is...unfortunate.