She was a burden.
As my empty vessel writes,
I undo the spell.
Its vines choke my heart.
They whither, releasing me,
both body and mind.
Yahweh lights my heart,
freeing me of obsessions,
from past black magic.
Last week, six years past,
I was beyond manic and
Completely sober.
God’s shadow showed me
unwittingly, black magic:
tied her soul to mine.
Violent lightning and
earthshaking cracks, followed by
God’s hands on my heart.
I am in Shalom,
and strongly linked to the past;
live all moments now.
After time lapses,
I observe all, everything
within my mind’s scope.
So I float along.
Outside my vessel I scout,
everything Shalom.
Seventeen years now,
since the black magic sentence,
since my first visions.
Eleven years now,
since I watched my body write,
release her; free me.
My visions tunnel,
they pick up where they leave off
Mind dipped in Shalom.
-theothersid3
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