Chapter Ten
No.137
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Author: Nigel G Wilcox 16.03.26
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 through the years
The battles, the closed doors, the failures observed
The experience and transformation with generations exposed
I was given the strength, even resilience,
I am Duel; a prey an Apex- Predator,
A persistence hunter, a survivor through time
My Planet Earth can kill me, throughout my timelines
Winds, seas, volcanoes, earthquakes
The terrain, the temperatures, the gaseous atmospheres...
The ferocious animals, insects and florna
And yet, I am still here, a stubborn human!
My family, my Earth, they just tolerate me...
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 will survive,
I am a hunter, with patience, resolve and desires
I am a runner with persistence, I will persevere inside
I chase those until they exhausted and 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
For when time comes to an end,
One is either seen at innocent or guilty
Either way; it is a crime...
The enemy attacks, not because I am weak;
They attack because they see me with a soft skin, prey
No armour, no claws or ferocious teeth
I do not fit it in as a predator they 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, I just seek the peace...
No friends, not lonely; only the solitude rescind.
Being tired is from the battles fought and concluded.
The day to day realities we see as 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, it is 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 incarcerated to be observed is it what's true?
We are Apex Predators on a planet in prison or zoo?
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 through the years
The battles, the closed doors, the failures observed
The experience and transformation with generations exposed
I was given the strength, even resilience,
I am Duel; a prey an Apex- Predator,
A persistence hunter, a survivor through time
My Planet Earth can kill me, throughout my timelines
Winds, seas, volcanoes, earthquakes
The terrain, the temperatures, the gaseous atmospheres...
The ferocious animals, insects and florna
And yet, I am still here, a stubborn human!
My family, my Earth, they just tolerate me...
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 will survive,
I am a hunter, with patience, resolve and desires
I am a runner with persistence, I will persevere inside
I chase those until they exhausted and 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
For when time comes to an end,
One is either seen at innocent or guilty
Either way; it is a crime...
The enemy attacks, not because I am weak;
They attack because they see me with a soft skin, prey
No armour, no claws or ferocious teeth
I do not fit it in as a predator they 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, I just seek the peace...
No friends, not lonely; only the solitude rescind.
Being tired is from the battles fought and concluded.
The day to day realities we see as 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, it is 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 incarcerated to be observed is it what's true?
We are Apex Predators on a planet in prison or zoo?
Earth's Prey and Predators