Spirit of the Fourth Kind
We Spoke about Everything
When calculated moves must improve as a born legend
With gods presence, he moved like a scrapped weapon
Extreme in reality, he said I’ll separate your head
Break away from your body, detaching your mind
With a potent punch if you challenge me
He could magnify religion, amplify commission
Passing down the truth in life
Freeing those souls, being stuck in a time
Inside a mind prison
He seen the coronation of a good kid gone missing
Articulated a drive by and didn’t leave a witness
Fully committed, older kids paid attention
They watched the carcass get ripped
From all the ammunition
The bullets kept hitting
He amputated his competition
and watch, they eyes burn out, with gun fire
Still spitting
He walks through the dark halls searching for the light
He waited then released the hype
When goners thought it was all right
Its in the street, the higher power will provide
Relief to the seeds, steady ducking from the beast
He seen disrespectful crimes, that made him
Feel cold inside
The words that he left behind
Were meant to levitate your mind
He was the spirit of the 4th kind
(We spoke about everything)
Written by: Desia Scales (Alien Artform)
(2013)
This is the 1st poem in the 1st book; The Book of War. From the testimonies of spiritual warfare the anointed version for future generations. There is the Book of War and the Book of Peace.
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