A Momentary Pause.

God’s seed grew him into a cactus to survive four seasons of intense, intended, toxic rays.  The sun’s ray beat unconsciously into subconscious.  Stuck within, an inner city hostage as he was, he lived to learn paradoxes of the desolate desert.  Without rain for times, he nurtured from his own reservoir, becoming his own temple.  Sacred of what he was given, he reciprocated rays to nourish souls.  Sitting alone nourishing, absorbing love from pain into his spirit, he fathomed…truth!

Satan’s accident has become a parasite within the belly of the beast.

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Posted on September 2, 2014 and filed under Black Poem.