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1~1~9 The Third Person
IP:
As I traveled through the unraveled gravel-
the world would collapse this was BIN LADINS FIRST mantel.
Then I saw a blaze of glazed illuminating light-
fallowed and saw a man holding to his life tight-
he was loosing the fight.
Next to him a stub from an airline number typed-
the same flight-
I was to take that morning after I flash back to a flash front of midnight.
Every thing was distorted- after I borded-
or was it after the turbulence was reported?
oh well right now this man was what was important.
He was seconds from godly~ oddly~ his body smelled contorted.
He yelling god end the torment.
Now for a strange reason. I can remember words spoken in Arabic.
Trying to focus on it-bit was blinded …..
at My attempt to touch him… I felt no temp……..
Wondering~ pondering repeated events-
but just then….. he’d deep breath~
dry heave~and bleed
He was tattered-clothes scattered-talking with no subject matter.
Burned and sliced open, hopen to stay alive- but how could he of survived-
with his exposed blatter.
Tattoos matched mine his words sounded like ive herd them before-
Was it dejavu or something more.
Saw his wallet from his pocket-
Inside there was a LOCKET ,scripture with my daughters picture.
did this man rob me?
Ignorance is bliss I missed the hint I didn’t want to see.
Then I Saw a redness in the skies.
twin towers demised.in rewind-
He Looked at my eyes… apologized-
before he died, but what I didn’t realize was the disquise
My hands faded then I cried- his eyes were dry.
how was he dead and asking god why?
then I saw the deceased was I.
And he was me… laying physically …I spiritually.
by my side the whole time I was hypnotized-
this is my life going by.
But the past was presented by the future this was the second I’d flat line.HOW IT unwind.
Of how an angel fell-
the light was heaven taking me from the flames of babel-
The tower in the center of hell
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