Brimstone Boxes.
Who can we turn to for guidance when we’re taught to not trust ourselves?

Why does a king need more than his people? I’m looking for guidance while underneath steeples. The attachment to more could have sworn that was evil. But life has trap doors to defeat you. To do more, I implore the cathedrals. Seems their horns speak of scorn and mislead you.
The spirit that conforms to the norms that they feed you cannot perform when implored to just lead you. Flood you with fear so you’re torn from the seeds who, if watered, might inform and then free you.
Uncomfortable in the skin that we bleed through. Running from feelings inside us that bleed too. So busy kneeling and sealing our thoughts, we can’t keep cool. Brimstone keeping us flocked to a box, we’re playing the fool. As far as sides, most have to keep two. Divide from the divine become deceitful. Lying about what is inside, so blind to the truth. Funny how what we deny is what can seep through. I lied but my actions belied and start to reach you.
Belief in ourselves we have to recoup. Funny how on what we used to rely, no longer teach truth. Unless you were blessed with the ability to see through, the darkness covered desire to defeat you. To automate you, no longer able to relate to mirrors when they face you. Lose the intimate understanding of God’s planning when you keep panning from the vision that he gave you. The innate feeling of being grateful, for the freedom to make, and choose.
Empower yourself, know that power ain’t wealth, and anyone who wants you to follow probably out for themselves. A true leader wants to teach you to lead, to know you are worthy of unending belief. But there’s work to be done, there’s practice you need. And you have the power within, to manifest what you’ve decreed.






