I met the savior then onto earth again I went!

I met the savior and I had a fresh new birth; I had his majesty’s [consent]

I met the savior then onto earth again Anna along with company ferried me

Down to earth via purgatory’s downward fresh cleaned vent

I met the savior and again got out of bed in the room I rent

I met the savior and attended The Red, silent, might, of nature's skybound tread

 

In the blue still sky ovaled with white clouds, in the still silent gaze against the suns rays, In mid air on top of the silent white roaring/west bound mph,

No Longer was I inside the afterlife’s sounds and decay.

 

I was on the cloud, and to the left of me stood a woman and her group of people standing neutral

Outloud while looking at me the puzzled latino long haired hound,

 

I was resurrected the malware off my mind was dissected!

Inside flowers for Autism/Algernon Again I felt pleasant!

I was Alive Again a fresh new notepad with a pantheist wielding pen.

 

I promised them that with their beautiful faces, I would also provide my strides, then my walk to the stadium after The reason to get out of bed, had nothing left to hide, And the march we were about to

Do stood for the awareness of suicide.

 

My young young family took my helm

Inside of the three river’s realm I was alive again,

 

After my trip to the sky, the wings, the black leaping window of the coroner,

I had the gait to my family’s stadium date, The summer weather was warmer,

There I was walking like that Pittsburgh foreigner. Wielding the work clothes

Like hey that Trooper hey that Stormer. My Family in the stadium about to march was right just

Around the urban jungles weedfilled corner.

 

In just spring, with my soul to bring, my wheels, my bird like heels, were there to meet the mourners.

And be just a friend like I was “born to”

 

The Motorcycles parked only just right there had a big wide trait.

Torn was still the scars of my non blood family’s minds over his fate. But the rate of

My puzzled gait finally made it to the Hermes wings, the tracks, the suicide awareness march date.

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If you were a mere little swallow heading east in the air

For you The pain of migration I would bare

You, and I would have nothing more to fear

Only the mountains upon us would have their frozen stare

Upon the wind of the the north flowing to the south

We will still be quiet nothing will still come out of our mouth

Every day we will mentally get better

Real ones like us will move in silence through the weather

Every thought of mine would summon the Pagan god we call the sunsetter

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Coming into the stadium

On the kicks, wings, feathers, of strides against heaven-unkown-hade's bin

My family stood there as some people waiting to say "yinz"

I know I was inside my head rating the invisible spins

Now all I had to do was cater to my gifted invited, I got knighted, pin

Golly how it was back in the day, of our new VINS,

 

I put my pin on I had in my pocket

This guys limbs the urge of this new race walk jock hit.

For I knew We were ready to walk it.

 

So as a former Davey Crocket,

I just went up next to the awareness team

I guess you can say that It seemed like their bare wits

were on the verge of a gleam.

 

But It was in the Middle of The Stadium behind the steel Tower

It was thee kind deals hour.

Nature the divine no longer had me feel like a coward.

 

We were the one's I guess you could say "up and fired" who were about to march

and It was gaia the one who had ourselves destined to be parched.

Something in the air onto me threw darts

But with care we knew it was time to start.

Our souls lay bare and we all put our hands over our hearts.

Once as one family "We the heir Cells of the deceased keys"

Just for Once, One moment in time we couldn't part.

And it was time to use our wings, our strides, our gaits, our date,

our shoes, our knees

 

Meeting again we did with a track

An always alone guy like me for just once was no longer familial challenged wack

Rax the former employer of myself, put on a few pounds for this crazy jack

Coming to the middle, our conversation wasn't small or little, plenty of talk was something we didn't lack.

How the track was made of rubber

 

How the track stood for brother.

 

May was the weather sign

Away from sadness we could commit no crimes

Ready We were to conquer, the rest of the meet for sir

Credible, was our sincerity in the place we were.

Heaven bound "already inside" we knew our dear friend was running with his best friend who once purred.