Lost (Self Destroyer)

He takes the wrong path on purpose…he slowly walks away from the right path like a cursed child…he’s the disobediesnt one.
He steps away from true salvation when he knows he has no other means of getting his life saved…he’s the reckless one.
He entrusts his vision in his own hands…the fear of failure coaxes him to success.
He’s in love but he’s lost…he knows not what to do…he lets things lye by…he’s the lost one.
He has gotten an aching soul caused by the filth that has built up in his soul over time.
He thirsts for the real life…he knows what to do to quench his thirst…but he just watches everthing reamin still…he’s the confused one.
He follows that path and doesn’t turn back knowing the beast he will become at the very end of that path…he’s the adamant one.
He makes “The Creator” bleed regreting the creation of mankind.
He’s the smart one but without wisdom…drowned in his own folly…drowned in his own shallow heart…he’s the foolish one
He’s hurt and he knows…but he no longer feels the pain…he’s used to the angusih of sorrow,of total lack of conscience…he’s the wounded one.
He seems to be undertood by all…but no one really does..absolutely no one.
He isn’t disowned by “The Creator”, who still calls him…”My Son”
Pressure drives him to do all…the good..the bad and the ugly.
Angels believe in his change…they still find him worthy but demons believe he is cursed and damned.
He is lost but lives on by GRACE…

The Dream Chaser

He’s an ordinary man…a mere fellow…in the peace and quietness of the early morning,he thinks and sets his mind on that he knows is to come…he believes he’s not the son of man but a god,a direct descent of God. Unlike a mirage, his dreams are clear…they are neither the dreams potrayed while his total consciousness is lost at the dead of the night nor the ones relayed by his brain while he’s having micro-naps during the day.
He is who knows that life being a bitch doesn’t mean she fucks up every time. He’s not a perfectionist. The attack of failure does not constrinct his blood vessels.He fails but he allows the passage of time heal his wounds…he has time set goals. Little do people know of the bulk of load dragged by his mind…he’s the “thinker”…he lives in the future from the present. He speaks with the confidence of a “Made Man”….His daily life is sometimes mingled with pressure…the driving force that dynamically polishes his focus,bringing back the chase(hustle) to his remembrance.
He doesn’t chill to take shit life drops on his table instead he sets his….he’s the dream chaser…