Philosophical

Aware of the Unaware 
A Sonnet 
The freedom spirit is precarious 
sun and moon drive thee mad this day 
both shall burn with soul made delirious 
so enter the portal and know the way 
The acid substance is destroying you 
and if you live in the magnetic home 
feel its power; a most deadly hue 
so beware what is written in the old tome 
For anything not written of God is 
rotten on the map of the written wrong 
know what is rightious absolute truth his 
mighty word that knows how you long 
Atrophy the fallen angels lies 
be free from the vagueary that dies