08 NOV - Destinography
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Destinography
When it’s all for free
Then it’s gotta be
Better off received..
“Blessed by prophecy
When you follow me:
Yet not prophecy
When the author’s me..”
~ The Word, Jesus Christ:
What’s written
Is a script in
The words we recite
Of vision’s
Intuition..
The world seems to die
From livin
In the prison
Of words seen inscribed
But isn’t
The inscription..
The Word, Jesus Christ
Was hidden
In predictions:
The Word be the life:
Just isn’t
A prediction..
The world reads and writes
What isn’t
It’s decision
And turns greed to lies:
But isn’t this
Affliction?
The words he despised :
The wicked with
Addiction
To earn freedom’s right
From givin
It a prison..
Prophecy’s a script:
A road, a destination
Prophets in a crypt
Erode the revelation
Betrothed to generations
Of profit from their lips:
The souls of men awakened
Just follow what exists:
And prophecy is this:
The role of meditation
You’ve got to read the script:
The flow of revelation:
The flow of true desire
In the images of God
But flow is too inspired
For the prisoners of law
Blinded by their dead souls
And calculate
The delta: Fate
Buyin, by their dead scrolls
The hell to pay
For hell to raise..
Anomaly
Of prophecy:
Who’s interpretation?
Rivals of
The Bible love
Usin it for Satan..
The phoniest of idiots
(Home in like the Iliad’s
Poem of the Illion)
Quotin it for wickedness..
The greatest of the prophets
Of God was John the Baptist:
The savior was to follow
From John who saw it happen..
The baptist laid the groundwork
Like spiritual advance teams:
The path to save a bound world
Was shared before their paths meet..
And paths are a script where
Followed
But do not go
Hackin parts of scripture
To bottle
Up what God wrote..
John played the script for
Jesus:
From Jesus
God laid the script for
Freedom
From evil:
Which is why
In reply
To John, Jesus stated
John was
Of God, but
To God we are greater:
“The least in the kingdom
Are greater than John was”:
Cuz he was the peak of
The greatness of law, but
He was to speak of
The savior, and God’s son:
Jesus would leave us
Completed, “It’s all done..”
The kingdom he’d leave us:
Taken from false sons
So think of the freedom
And greatness of all us..
The greatest of the prophets
Announced Jesus Christ:
Creator of the law, but
It bound people’s minds..
The slayer of the fallen
Too proud, Tree of.. Right?
The savior of the fallen
Who found the Tree of Life..
The slayer of the law when
You now see the light:
The greatest of the prophets:
You now speak the life..
The least, by salvation
Is greater
Than the greatest
Who keep tryin to say what
Is stated
From their cages..
The least, by their faith in
The grace, is
The greatness:
So we find our statements
Just sayin
What is fated..
Call it destinography
Lawyers get to cop a plea
God was never prophecy
Voyeurs get to watch and see
Soil and wet their boxers, briefed:
Poisoned pens are sloppy reads
Joy’s the gem of prophecy
Roids for REM - the fallen sleep..
Greater than the greatest?
Then greater than.. the fakest..
Greedy libel’s
Evil idol:
Demons like to
Read the Bible..
The Bible is a useless
Idol to these losers
Try it with computers..
Pride is truly stupid..
Cancer in the vision:
Chemo’s
A casino
Cashin in their chips then
Drags em from the kitchen
After gettin witnessed
Stackin decks and switchin
Poker cards
With Pokemons
And forget they’re.. different..
Hack a premonition?
Abandon any glimpses:
Satanic mental prison
Is pattern recognition..
Here’s the truth
(Fear for you):
Prophecy’s
Whatever..
I say it is:
Make a wish
On your knees:
“Yup, never..”
Honor Jesus? Never
Talk is cheap when leavened
Prophets be dumb inbreds
Profits be from incest
Cost decrease cuz it stepped
On the scene with sis-stems:
Plots that need her kiss when
Dogs believe her sit-reps:
“Prophecies” from bitches
All beliefs are kisses
All believin Christians
Probably aren’t Christian..
Prophecies are scripted
Depositing our vision’s
Wrong belief in prison:
Callin these “predictions..”
Not if we predict em:
Call belief a prison:
Depositing our vision:
Prophecies are scripted..
Fortunately
For the sheep
I’m a better
Kind of shepherd..
Better destinographer..
Fresher than an aquifer..
Blessin when I got the urge:
Kleptos never got to earn
Deadmen know, but not to learn:
When they’re dead, don’t block the hearse..
Lies are just a threat, so
Knives are what a blessed soul
Hides until the neck’s close
I’m in love with Glenn Close
Hidin under Jekyll
Lyin, but the stench grows
I would love my friends close
I would hug my dead foes..
Tired of seein dead scrolls?
And popular
Sophistry?
Bible readin necros?
And posthumous
Sodomy?
Why discuss it? Let’s go
Brighten up the end zone:
I would love to bless those
Kind enough to head home..
Life is what I bless tho
A liar’s just forgetful
Fine - I’ve got to bless, so
I’ll write it on your headstone..
“Here lies another dead soul:
Fear died - another head cold..”
Here, life is what’s ahead - full
Here’s why: I f-ckin said so..