Heavenly Creations

Heavenly creations fro above, all my troubles I wish to tell, cause lately things have been giving me hell. I look to the sky, then ask why, with all this weight holding me down it’s getting really difficult to fly. Been dodging these fireballs that are being thrown by the devil, but the aim is getting better so I’m no longer on the same level. The heavens above, you have made all creation, well I need you to be my referee and salvation, and then maybe I’ll see the revelation. With this pen, I’ll make these words amend with all of these written sins in which I maybe condemned. So is this the end? No… So heavenly creations… see these words I speaks they come off this paper; I want them to reach you and not disappear like vapor and told on tight to the atmosphere like a taper. These words I hope will make me greater, all I ask is if you fulfill my favor.