Unfolded

A Poem by Apollos

You are more than what you can see.

This man said slow your roll.
Do you realize the toil your soul has taken when it derived itself from the soil denying Ex Nihilio?
Let me serenade you with these parables.
I got a pair of bulls who are quite terrible.

Terabytes of insight from Red Fright.
Bernie Sanders needs to mind his manners.
Was that Mike on fight night?
Nah that just Heatboxing with that lip talking.
Quit the whip of his fitness to witness with a lisp.

I can connect with the anguish of a tortured hero.
I look out from this glacier and I still see zero.
Not a new Nero I need to be free from impossibilities.
Untold story of newfound glory.

Anguish.
Never quit.
Always submit.

To His forgiveness.
A Jehovah whom I witness.
Archangel was never His label.
144K is for an angel.
Different angle, Watch the Tower when they say The Spirit is just power.

Maybe we need to Taze Charles because his Darwinian understanding of Greek was bleek.
Is it meek when you change which day of the week that you meet?
Is The Gospel fitted on their feet when they assault you with a briefcase in the streets?
Why weren’t you more brief with your English transliteration of Yah to Jehovah?

Isn’t it cool that a mixture of those names gets us to proclaim that Yehshua is The Divine Name?
If Jehovah is the claim that wins The Game then why are 1st century disciples giving Jesus the Nazarene 11 times more the fame in Acts?
Just facts, let’s make a pact that Arian Nation is just making more slave minded plantations as your work is compensation for Jehovah to avoid your smolder.
You just a soldier who would never consider himself Elect as all you see is your defects.

Did you consider His infection?
An injection of rebellion of which he never had affection.
Regression to leaven of The One sent from Heaven.
Marred beyond measure so you could be Unfolded as His Treasure.