HINDSIGHT #120 Tale of two Hymns

Trust

Nothing’s the same, the way you move, the way you breathe, the unsung talent up your sleeve. Nothing is nothing just the gas, blue dream, gets your mind on levels unheard off loose levels it seem.

Fuck it, say it!

Just say it!

You don’t want to?

OK!, Let’s go!

Mental stability on point👍🏾at times on edge. Always on edge. Stress within a tired beast, keeping weary moments instead of more good times.

There’s a time and place! Cooped up inside a box like left overs feeding off haste. The case of the jitters, bringing lack of sleep because of the emotional one hitters.

Things aren’t like it use to, due to covid-19 changing the times, in favor for the upper masses agenda.

Agendas taking advantage of situations with the blind and closed eye.

Stuck within the whirlwind of madness, caught up in the mixture of sadness. Try to pass this, caught in the moment of that last kiss. Looking at the other side and seeing what was missed.

Anger piles the mind making a weak man act petty. Commonly a trait of a woman as years into manhood and still ain’t ready.

Life as we know it is now at a dismal state. The fate of humanity lies in the hands of people who want the population of blacks and low class eradicated.

We are overly hated when we are the soul source of creation, in relation to building the foundation of this planet. We need to work together to be strong, live out our cycles as for humanity to expand.

Tale of two Hymns.

~ The Real Moody Human