Running from the veracity
Feeling defeated,
Might be that’s Gods way of giving me the entity
That I always need, retreated
That masquerades me, all that I desire
Feels like the Arch Angels vibes transpires
It just happened to be at the foulest time imaginable
The wrong depiction, often gets miscalculated, eradicable
Things do always fall under the divine power
Frantically unprepared, by the hour
I'd do whatever it takes at the right time, beaming in higher frequence
Love is supposed to be found in the suitable dwelling in the time
sequence
Teachings renovate into something of worth
Life interrupts, while other plans are unearth
