My birth-Feet

I thought I was looking for answers to my life

In actuality, I suppose I am not

These Intuitions again

Just ringing in my ears

Tellin I to find that fatherly figure dear

He chose not to be there

Or perhaps he did

My motherly does not know all anymore

So how the hell should I know

What happened that famous day

The day It was manipulated to be birth

Let’s Get Real

He said I know God was protecting me. He wanted to know what God wanted from him; so, he chased God to learn what he wanted.

Dr. Shay said I know God was protecting me. He wanted to know what God wanted from him, so, he chased God to learn what he wanted from him

This man’s first spiritual experience began with his mother. Vivid memories of singing songs and reciting satanic scriptures linger in his mind.

He went on to say, the Holy Spirit audibly introduced himself to him at an early age of 3 and a half. Apparently, his guardian angel had his hands full keeping him safe.

His name is Dr. Shay. Dr. Shay mother would attempt to burn down the apartment, drown him as she tried to commit suicide.

Emergency foster care stepped in faraway lands. Too much church was going on. He went from one extreme to the other practicing satanic rituals to worshipping Jesus daily.

Eventually, suicidal ideation came into place.
He was 10 when his father found him

Where was my father, I so needed him to save me
An opportunity did present itself for me to meet my father when I was 18 years old. My mother was responsible, she chose not to go further.

He eventually lived with his father and joined another church. Things didn’t work out so fabulously well. Dr. Shay father’s eventually dropped out of the church, it became boring for him. For generations, this family attended church and even leads to congregations.

What followed was unbelievable. Severe poverty and depraved living.
Dr. Shay lived in a roach and rat-infested, three-bedroom house sharing one bathroom. The lights and water were turned off frequently. Government assistance stepped in.

Being disgusted with all of this, Dr. Shay as a little boy ran away and eventually went to jail for felonious assault.

Difficult time does drive the poor man wild.

After his release from prison, he decided to attend college and eventually seek to know God because he seemed to be chasing this poor man after all.

Eventually, he became a preacher.

Dr. Shay remembered that God directly talked to him.

That’s the route that he took to receive his blessings to flow.

I chose a home Away from Hell, as he so labeled his article

My key

Such noxious beings we are
Always complaining about things we have seen
I imagine how tired it is for the universe
Handling the complaints of the faint and weary
However, beware..those complaints seem to be placed
on those who are minding their own business

Somebody has to pay a price for the accusations of the world
Just because their world itself is not perfect as opposed to what we may think
I imagine they’re Just trying to work it out to please the wholehearted and for
us to keep smiling in others faces

So as we press and hold on to those we peep secretly at
They react accordingly, it is not nice though for those who fall in their hands because of your complaints of which satisfies perhaps your egotistical ways
They can be merciless in their actions until proven not guilty
The clock doesn’t turn back though

Give it all to them all in one blow, against those who troubleth thee
And let them take care of the rest
Don’t go back for more, it may offend them in a minute
I suppose its call karma, as I face it every day
Is it that what you cryeth about, always nagging
I am a stubborn women indeed

You think they are sweet those animals
Oh how I can feel them looking in my face
Ready to rip me off in a minute and take me to my grave
Let them have what they want not
But don’t expect me to ouff and pouff with you
I’m not sure, you might be the one that put me in this place by your phrases,
They need us and waited patiently by your thoughts
That’s how it work for them

Quite a disgusting foe you are
Can’t handle it anymore, they seem to have destroyed
My plus chère wishes for you , for real

Stop the quarrels not you and react not
Gather those who want your feedback though
outsiders can be the worse middle men, Indeed

Life is harsh for each of us
So sometimes it’s good to live in reclusion
Until we feel an illusion perhaps
I know that doesn’t sound so good for some of us
Especially when Christianity is all around us
But we must perhaps learn to accept
And move on our way
I suppose people need time to live
So the answer has to be no…we’ll see though