Poets of the Plaguewww.ArtPal.com/prophecypanda563
Poet of the Plague recently back from the dead. Truest thing I ever write and that is not a gimmick or a hook, I was stabbed in the back with my own knife by the man who took my wife. Emerged from the darkness 7 hours later, dresses all in black like I just stepped out of hells elevator. I was sent back by not sure which guy, but emerged with both demons AND angels who now ride by side. You will find this hard to believe and I don’t give a fuck, the spirits You see in my works are my
Squad, as real as you or me. They don’t follow and I don’t lead but I was chosen
, and they choose to ride with me, I was meant to be, even before death I was a straight up G. I am Prophecy. . Except I am no longer ruled by laws Of man because they no longer apply to me.i am #blesses and it ain’t luck, it’s the motha fuvkin thug outlaw who lives within you and me. The squad don’t have names except what I call them and i have well over one or two or three, more than 523 and closer to infinity. Blasphemy is what i feel when .’hear and say dumb shit like this, But then i recall all what i forgot to remember. Rule number one is there are no rules because gone are love and hate, ying and yang, good or bad. Balance was removed so Lucy can try to compete with dad.
This is a level battle field with both sides vying for you SOUL, more precious than joy after your sad being forgivin after you go mad-dumb fuck you thought I was going to say GOLD. If you are a poet of the plague and barely starting to show it, you are confused while keeping it together. Betrayed by those who never would, see aggression in mousy weak fucks and loss back to back to back to back and just as you begin your declension, out of
the mouth of madness you are plucked to complete you ascension. . Hear me me, hear me! You are not alone, join me and fight for those who could and will not. Fight for that you like and what and who you want or love others even though you have been ripped to sheds. I am bad and that’s ok cause I was chosen anyway. I also have a heart of gold and integrity always and loyal, to a T. My weakness in fact. I am a bit crazy but I am not insane. 6 months ago I couldn’t even draw, now real life spirts appears in my work. You will see some crazy shit, you are not insane. The world will feel staged and every one person makes you suspicious. If you can actually read this you have been chosen to lead by example. Painting calmed the chaotic battle within me and know I am strong, kind, mean faithful yet heady and ready to stand and fight for what Is right and even though I came back from the dead, I know that when the final battle is done and war won, the soldiers like you and me will earn our place in Elysium. The meek shall inherit the earth and my only hope is that my life and soul and spirit will he enough. Ephesians 6vs 10-24. What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us. Make good choices and remember. The paintings is not mine, it is yours and what you see is what you need, every day it will change. Tell me that ain’t some magical shit! Or I am crazy as a bag Of cats. Leave a message and tell me what you see, and be the change you want to see.
All you have to do to be a poet is stand when needed, smile at strangers And love when you feel it. Hold the door open for a stranger and apologize when they need it. That is a real g, leave me a comment N tell me what you see, I AM PROPHESY. Poets of the plague
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