Poetry

What is power if it wasn't earned by the right means fueled by the source itself, used for the greater good of the brothers in flesh, for the well being of the spirits forever wandering hidden in sight.

What is power if it wasn't achieved by losing oneself inside a valley of dancing shadows, hearing wails and screams, bothered by grotesque human-animals, appearing in the dark and sometimes in the brightness of the day plain in sight.

What is power if it isn't surrounded by a state of trance, covered by never ending light in all of its glory, progressing without restriction far defying imagination.

Power has always been there for the ones who know of it's existence, and who seek it in the midst of their sanctuaries; witnessing a thousand of their own deaths.

Power everyone possess everybody inside of them, but few live to see and manifest it into a peaceful hatred, violent love- an improvement from what they saw themselves in the past.

Power creates heroes the same power creates formidable foes for those heroes, a never ending war between good and evil; human-angels and human-demons.

Power is everything that is human times infinity. Power on all sides possessed through sacrifice, turned into something else something more, something magnificently great and beyond.
~Tapalo

the right train won't pass you by

Worship is done here in the greed of heaven. Otherwise, where do people remember the Lord in this era?

Rare and unique....🔥