So I'm forced to write Since for long I kept watch Yet no one dear enough Dared the words out So kneeling and heaving I burn down this heat To speak for I To speak of thee And speak of the ancient warriors of time I in creation Molded in perfection By perfection itself Blown to the world For good and peace Leaving non out Yet crowning my history With unity I walk trouble waters I soar divided skies I bridge darkest walls and cities I grow Silkest strongest vibes together I the I of the world Shouldn't be mistaken Ancient warriors please define not my existence Waste not your time within In prove for being cheap I flow east yes south Even west yes North When I arrive In blend for your heart in his eyes Seek not to wait But embrace For joy comes with this I am defined too cheap when I answer yes But yes I say to thee in my tongues And words Say yes less it be taken away Leaving your heart in ruins and prunes Time doesn't detec
Lets continue from where we stopped yesterday... Spending nights in prison was never his ideal nor, the vision he’d ever dreamt of, Yet he felt entrapped not by the grungy walls, the flying mosquitoes, the humming crickets, or by the iron bars. Then what was? He knew the answers, he sensed the answers long, long time , but he doubted the truth. It is said that the truth is bitter but his wasn’t bitter it was destructive and unimaginable. He had gone through series of questioning and battering, all for the truth, Mr Sola the investigator was already getting tired, he saw it in his eyes that he pitied for him, but he needed no pity. So the battering continued, questioning continued, nothing less, but all increased. He was bruised, his soul wept, there wasn’t any tears in his eyes, because he’s soul kept weeping while he’s blood from his body kept gushing out. Mr Sola had asked the Policemen to lock him up in the cell. Since he couldn’t get the truth out from him. “ By t