Time and space. A place of languid disgrace

More or less. Not much has actually happened lately in a tangible sense. But God has given me much....clarity on things in the past few weeks. I finally feel a real change. Not a change of a flip flop of closeness but a change of progression. I finally have a plan. I finally have Love and peace.
In a sense. I finally feel like myself again. Beneficial.

At your expense reach for the litter.

Your poison makes me sick.
Your poison makes me nauseous.
My poison should make me ill as well, however it's mine.
I am blind to its affects; as you are to yours.

Baby, Now I finally see what we really are addicted to.
I now see our true addiction.
Let's hold on tight.
And smoke that safe cigarette that he tells us about.

Your poison makes me sick.
This poison should make me ill as well, however it's my nicotine.
That safe cigarette is a lie you know.
It's addicting poison.
Seeping from his lungs,he grins in spite
He had too much as a demon so now he wishes to share with us.
Sharing the poison makes it less lonely for him you know.

Your poison makes me sick, Your poison tells me truth.
My poison kills quieter than yours.
My poison will reign,will show... in the kingdom.
Your poison reigns now.

There is healing for all who are willing to come.
Admit your imperfection and fall at the feet of Love.
Accept your imperfection Lila.

I'm fortunate your poison makes me ill as soon as it presses my lips.
Although my version is as harmful, just a far distance is dancing.

Imagine all the people he controls.
Let's rest now.
Please, it's now you and your big dreams.

I cannot take your words anymore. I would like my own please.

Once I was frightened of the maturity intuition.
She was right though, she was right.
I wouldn't be alone.

>>>S.C.Hawk?