Baptized in eternal fire, is no more than the purging of the soul through the hardships of life: So be cool and come on and take a ride with me and just maybe through my soul purging of itself; maybe we both can see ourselves free.
Sometimes in this life we find ourselves treading fear up stream in the treacherous waters of chaos and confusion, where ripples of insanity -(telepathically)- Speak’s incoherently to the putrid kisses of despair, who’s sweet smell of decay permeates the undercurrents of depression, who’s swirls only introduce you to the pain of the world, as waters little secrets continue to splash into your ear ‘echoes from hell’, selling you dreams of amnesia that you forget all too well, trickling up from the abyss of darkness you lose your way to tomorrow where through the sheen of glean glance off the surface dazzle your sorrow with visions of love that whisper to your hearts spirit, things are going to continue to get worst – through murky reflections I see my pathetic love being driven by the bones of a ‘contorted hearse’, I see schools of fish singing broken songs of a lonely heart, staining my mind with impenetrable lucid memories of trace amounts of intelligence only so you can recognize your pain sucking the life out of your brain, as the muscles in the turbulent water’s began to toss my body to and from: there’s no need to panic I’ve seen it all before: and as it then slowly dawn’s on me in the midst of my mind and essence becoming saturated with the inferior waters of Docility, Passiveness and Submissiveness, I begin to coughing up indecision and doubt, the fear is slowly dissipating as the miseries of sulfurs purging becomes absorbed by the fresh air of peace and tranquility, I experience a sweet transitioning within my physical and spiritual being – as the stress start’s to loosen its grip’s in the joints of my bones – freedom is now knocking on the door of my essence, offering her condolence to the death of putrid waters of despair and hardship, thereby, restoring vitality within places that are shocked back to life with a rejuvenation that’s worthy of a parade, to aide my hopeless treading of water out of the murky waters of despair, with small strokes of confidence, into the clam waters of Patience and Love, where the stench of depression’s residue slowly recede back into the abyss of darkness from which it came, my strokes become stronger and stronger, as the sweat of joy and happiness exit my pores my body becomes enveloped in a celestial sheen, where, my mind -( through the jettisoning of my oppressive thoughts’ )- starts to clear; my eyes are no longer saddled with gravy red and bagged out by frivolous thoughts of worrying about worrying; on the horizon a blessed life is now in view – rainbows of laughter laced with star’s welcome’s you – on to the shores of your blessings that made its way through that eternal fire that purified you = with a wisdom and knowledge that can only speak the truth, thereby, warning you: Never turn your back on the truth- and; when you do., don’t get mad when the chicken’s come home to roost.

Mr. Alexander Cameron, DOC #1172733, Beaumont Correctional Center, 3500 Beaumont Road, Beaumont, VA 23014Beaumont, VA 23014

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