Synchrony

Behead the conscious wrath obligated to scatter destruction!

I believe evil must be punished, but that means I'm first in

For EXECUTION.

Seemingly a sacrificial Mind

Considered dangerous for its living.

I put on a facade that slowly diminishes my authentic

Identification

That's easily programmed from the fingertips of an Illusion.

I feel a stare of death behind these reflective train of thoughts flashing between echo chambers.

I paint a painting that paints itself

The hollow narrative it persuades opens gates of Uncertainty

Whether I'm lost in a place that's births evil

Has me gravitating towards a twisted Plot.

The outer texture of my skin is frozen from the coldness my heart carries

My spiritual route is dawning.

The end has become the beginning, a cycle of karmic events traces its way back to my Historic Steps.

Where is freedom to escape, when gravity fails to uplift my Faith.

Trying to synchronize being in tune with every decision I make

The continual lessons I relearn has me thinking I'm close to a failing deadbeat Father.

Questioning the will of my power puts me in a state of

Unease.

The type of rivalry I have with myself is considered inadequate discipline with the peace from within.

Yet again my six senses of enlightenment have awakened another spiritual vendetta with old skeletons.