The Chosen 1
 

he enters as the chosen one
who can physcially glow
though speak lies
2 and fro
words convergin like crossin sea's
implement his every thought as he flows
the one who is one with his soul
and clearly knows what he feels
vibes cool
mentally moves as the atoms in chills
the inner signs he see's
his darkness he thoroughly shattered
he's shook at the immense love that he breathes
knowledge surround him as he already has it
don't matter
the one that obtains the psyche 4 word
pure enough 2 open up to learn from heaven
but can he live with no sex
has no purpose from what he heard
a reverend sent 2 teach with a hook in his voice
restorin faith in perfection
the globe surrenders
no choice
his existence consists of mind benders
he stole back from the demons that took em
he claimed his vengence
rejoice n*gga he finnally has his vision back
kept usin his heart
his past
never lookin at it

..you suck!!!..you can't be the 'chosen1~~~~

:thefinger ,,nah~~this was oaky~~:thefinger

I thought this was good. I liked the way u described everything and the feeling put in it. Overall, good job. Keep it up

hold up. In no way did I say "I" was the chosen one. I'm just expressing what he or a she is in my own words. Don't get what I said twisted, I'm far from chosen. Just enjoy what I write thats all I want you to do. Its cool penskills, but don't take my poems out of context unless what I say actually implies what I you think I mean. I gotta stray away from further explaination cuz I'm busy. thanks and enjoy.