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  Seek the Lord’s  Meditation              

Continuing a quatrain from a sympathetically mutual.  
But only metaphysical indulgence..
Unquestionable.!!  
As if I’ve instantly found the indisputable  tangible truth!!
In denial..        My own undeniable.
   Dying and undying state
Bereaved!  Being out on a.  some what?? Flimmsy  limb.!!
    From a cliff over looking the ocean on the horizon.  Its  Heavy wind
   O  God.!!!   If this is it???   Please forgive me my sins
In the fall.  Nothing but despair surrounds me..!!. In the form of gray fog!!

Wit a  sudden!!  Pleasant!!  twist of events. A typhoon launches me out of society.!!.          Popularity had planted a narcissistic seed in me.!!
With amnesia being the greatest side effect!!
No wonder why for so long.   U.!!   Thought the world was flat??
    I was hiding in plain sight!!
You had  to walk  around around to me.           To find me.    
      U   Keep going in circles...
You uncontrollable gobbstoppers..    
Ain’t Stopping me!!!!   Hmmm!? Vigilante!!!
Batman..     Phantom  —In your life opera.            DEEPAK Chakra..   NAMASTE!!
I’m sayin was
    Born in the dirt. But now found on top  canopies
     Born smart..        Its my faculty,               followed by the community.     Then.  finally me     who failed me!
   To whom it may be ..,
   Of concern??
Way bigger than  illuminate..    The system That systematically has been morphed. InTo the orbit of our solar system  to engulf this place.  Aghhaa ok  . TusheY     Tip of the hat..!!     I wasn’t there
But from what my ancestors say.
    At least for u and your sake..
On the surface..  Things were grreeeaatttt!!       But thru the struggle.              Of  God’s. Children!!
                          My ancestors..
  Thank God.!!!  I now realize!!!  
                      This was just the last of your cruel, evil, pathetic ways!!        To suppress..                  A now colorblind..   .     Superior compassionate to all loving race
Tho I’m not here
To judge you or your - –consequence..
     Prisons  are over filled   wit prisoners..
   Jailers so quick to jail me..      
Institutions tellin me and  my family
   They helping.   to try  n Save ME
          One last feeble attempt .  This one should be dubbed. era of  population controlled slavery.

Written by Sinclair Fitzhugh-Eaves Mann