Dear Sophomoric One

Some moments intrigued our intimacy, the
power of the unfolding secrecy of what to become between
two of us, pleasurable and admissible to the union that presumed
our innocence.

It was the Bourbon whiskey that unleashed the pique of arousal.
as the clouds formed their niche, it was appraised by the highest bidder.
sunset railed at the mountain as it opened up to something profound and intrinsically powerful.

By way of the sunrise, the truth was revealed,
as I learned to trust my intuition,
misguided by the alluring mask that you
recommended that I put on, as you paraded your
distrustful ways, thinking I was your pawn.

Nothing is more intriguing is
knowing that I safeguarded by the most powerful
and loving person in this world that staunchly protects
and provides me with all the army that I need to survive and thrive
in this world.

As you revoke the power of those who try to deceive, manipulate,
connive, you dispelled their deceitful patterns before it was rolled out.
They may kneel down and chant to their masters as they observe their
religiosity to gain momentum, knowing that every scripture is a spell that you are not privy too, but not realizing my guides are more powerful and always at guard in protecting me.

Always at attention, always at service, once a soldier, always a soldier. It is indelible, which is undoubtedly inveterate to your investment in our legacy. I am fully aware of the conflagration that may occur when your legacy is at stake, and you’ll quell any unscrupulous infection or disease that may invade its home.

I found it virionic to see the sophomoric nature of your being unfolding before me as you are so pressed on hierarchical element of structure of life. Nevertheless, I never cast your ballot as a runner-up. The spiritual realm told me you were not qualified for the position. Understand that one is remised to pad its’ qualification to be deemed credible, but not realize there is a significant and unique background check conducted, and that no agency can run, but only the spiritual army could do. It is limpid and transparent as the ocean that seats before my eyes.

And my only loyalty is to my royal spiritual army because of the omnipotent influence is to cover the bless and protect me as they favored child. So, as I enter my role in the divine, I will continue to pursue my duties and responsibilities and protect everything that I was crowned to have as I hold onto my ancestral legacy.

So, excuse me, as I must annihilate some that have gathered in the garden and only except those who are worthy of my time, energy, and value. Not sparing no time for those who disguise themselves as righteous and worthy while never working a day in the harvest to prove their worth.

Many always seek scraps and never know their qualification, so please seek employment in their garden.

Best wishes in all your endeavors,

Yours Truly,

Divine Oceanic Spirit

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