Talents, an electrifying charge of power, profusely oozing out of the one's He's blessed with certain uncanny awestriking thunderbolts.
But in the glorious pursuit of self-gratification, the self is essentially vapor and all our greatness a blip in existence.
Many great men have arrived and departed.
To the Creator we pledge Allegiance.
A Collage of the Invisible God
// poetry
I envisioned a figure with all weapons,
Remembered the revolutionary writing on the wall
The Most Nuclear ruinous collage
To the Creator of all Weapons we're indeed too small.
I envisioned a figure with instruments sublime
I saw verses engraved, yes, verses that rhyme
Most synchronistic amalgamation of all poetry,
To this Creator I'm a little drum and chime.
I envisioned a stormy tempestuous wind,
A mighty earthquake taking away my breath,
To all calamitous evil decrees there will be an end,
There will be the One subduing ill-fated death.
To all this veiled truth I was asleep,
To a phony material realm that's within limits,
Digging deeper under my pillow do I see,
I'm still safe with some poetic bullets.
Our enemies, yes, the adversarial foe,
Elite multitude gathered in like a single man,
I again revisited the writing on the wall,
Another besieged & humiliated deadbeat clan.
