09/01/2024
I shot an Angel with my Father‘s rifle,
I should’ve said it free.
Today, I heard your song with the most angelic beat,
It made me stop, feel every beat and drop right down to my feet.
Lost in thought, and in the remnants of sounds that be,
Because I shot an Angel, with my Father‘s rifle, but I should’ve Set You Free.
My Father‘s rifle of Abandonment, held me hostage and in a killing spree.
Spent my whole life trying to stop the internal wound that continued to bleed, right down to the fabrication of its seed.
I bled on the both of you, instead
Saturated in blood, that only time, GOD & growth could heal.
You used to place your right hand on my heart and pray for me,
Deep into my heart, the pain only your eyes could see.
‘Mom, all the love you are looking for is right here with Nessa ❤️ and me,’
With insight and wisdom you were completely-filled, like the Bible & the gun on your dresser, never concealed.
The hour glass slowly rains, with fragments of the purest of sands
Smile, as I watch, watch my step, so I don’t bleed on the ones that I love.
Because I shot an angel with my Fathers rifle, I should’ve set you free.
You were sent to me to heal my wounds, but now not next to me.
Heaven finally called you, and GOD called your soul by name
Manifest, The Rifle Angel,
The Angel that Healed his Mama’s Pain.🤍👑🪽
A life of love and pain,
Paradoxically, insane.
In the storms and the rain,
Taken heavens warrior train,
If I am in the dirt, just let me grow,
To your words I surrender, thank you for the show, I must go, and smile in your honor; Live in light, no more fight, close my eyes and you are there.
Manifest The Finest,
there are no coincidences, only Miracles. You are one, the greatest Son, to this world you shun. Love you for all eternity. ♾️🪽
GODs Son 👑
Mamas Angel🪽