137. Earth's Pray and Preditors (111)

I had to grow, I had to heal;
I lived the Chapters within the seasons for real...
Silence was for a reason I was told?
Scheduled before time it began in the cold...
The dreams, the paths, the betrayal's from peers,
The family abandonments throughout the years.
The battles, the closed doors, the failures observed,
The experiences and transformations with generations exposed.

I was given the strength, even resilience...
I am Duel - Prey, also an Apex- Predator.
A persistence hunter, a survivor through time,
My Planet Earth can kill me, throughout my timeline...
Winds, seas, volcanoes, earthquakes to begin;
The terrain, the temperatures, the gaseous atmospheres within...
The ferocious animals, the insects and forna.
And yet! I am still here! A stubborn human!
My family, my Earth, they tolerate me, or not...

I was told I am here to be refined from fires,
To live, to see right from wrong from those that are liars.
The truth alone, is the trial and those that may survive,
I am a hunter, with patience, resolve and desires.
I am a runner with persistence, I will persevere from inside,
I chase those until they exhausted, and they fear their demise...
And with a choice, I can conclude the length of their time,
The ultimate test, I hold the power of denial.
My choices recorded, truth desired.
For when time comes to an end,
One is either seen as innocent; or guilty, let me not pretend...
Either way; it is a crime...they see, blinkered, my friend!

The enemy attacks, not because I am weak;
They attack because they see me as soft-skin, just prey.
No armour, no claws or ferocious teeth,
I do not fit in, as a predator they do not see...
I am prey, seen as interference, disturbing the norm.
An irritant, loud and self absorbed.
In the song, adjustment to the path towards righteousness...
I am not lonely, just seek peace and security...
No friends, not lonely; solitude is my friend.

Being tired is from the battles fought by conclusive ends.
The day to day realities we seek, as being deluded.
And our dream-states we can only imagine;
Forgetting, as soon as we have awoken.
Spiritualism is active within our Soul,
And the final seasons are turning,
Before our elevation unfolds.

It is scientific, it is cosmic, the destiny untold...
Calendar dates, coordinates, string frequencies;
Waves of old...
The spiritual portals are open we know,
Observed and Organised in order of control...
The so-called elites and their bureaucratic laws;
Are we so incarcerated;
To be observed and be quick to do as we are told?
We are Apex Predators, on a planet, in a prison, in a zoo?
We live in a pack, the strongest is you!
It is who you know and what you know,
Knowledge and ignorance is the executioner of our soul.