Cursed images.

The visions of our life long decisions.

The things we imagine are our predictions.

The depictions of the literal misdirections of our complexity is critical.

Our power in the images we capture are visible.

It’s the invisible that stems our sensible approach to the imagination of reality.

It’s the powers that be the tangible spiritual presence of reality.

We show our cowardice means when cursed images have been seen.

It’s all like a dream coming in streams.

Now or never is our exclusive means of destruction do you hear the screams.

It’s so fair that the spirits we beware yet there so clear.

Beware the illusion of cursed intrusion it’s all a delusion.

My conclusion was of a mere existence from past world decisions.

The images come from here there they see you and stare.

I smell the fear in the air it’s all so clear.

I dare take you to the realm of the unseen images of dreams.

I deem it all unclean it stains our reality.

Gallant are the ones who see the dreams and reality.

For the untold stories are our visions of manifested scenes.

The cursed images are all around from the mirrors, our eyes,sky’s to the ground.

I’m calling out yet no one hears a sound.

It’s all so profound what I hear is everything all around.

Yet I’m bound by the cursed images that I’ve found.

To be literal mabey a little political.

The spiritual ones our guiding our pentacle unfound sense of our decisive moments.

It could be treasures that our minds lock out.

We come to hear the sounds and see the images that we can’t see.

We close our eyes to the unseen the outer worldly dimensions that we don’t speak.

How we’ve all come to see what we close our eyes to see.

Now breath and breath open your eyes to everything unseen.

It all flows in like a beautiful stream of a spiritual majestic world of clarity.

The severity of the damnation is upon our time here is the balance of the slanted line.

It’s your life and mine the images are our reality exclusive to cast out the images that we curse.

Hear my words this is what we heard today is the day to awake.

So say what we need to say stray from the mere presence of the shameless picture of the cursed day.

To you I say good day save your images in your brain tattooed in times way.

Till the future curse the dead images that are cast away and pray.