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The Beginning to the End


I felt it coming like the calm before the storm

It was a beautiful day but a lonesome night

Even though he wasn’t there I seen him as clear as I did so many times

I remembered him, I yearned for him, I felt myself weakening

He wasn’t there with me.  He wasn’t holding me but I told myself

STOP Being so emotional your feeling from your flesh..  After that my mind met sleep

But then the Angels started whispering… Saying things like” she needs to be broken”

“She needs to find her strength. No man that is not bestowed to her should keep her from her sleep”

And that’s When I woke troubled by the thoughts I kept. I was losing him he was no longer going to be in my reach.

Hidden from truth I needed to be SET A PART.  I withdrew myself from society no longer feeling the need to be a lost sheep, no longer letting the obstruction of the free world weigh heavy on my conscious, it was forcing my soul to weep.. I need to repent I NEED to repent I NEED TO REPENT. For the most high is real as Lauryn Hill says “Let he who stole no longer Steal” … “Turn and be healed for Jehovah is real” And then again I heard the Angels whispering “ She is Chosen!” “She is OURS”! “This  mayhem must be removed so that she can find her path The kingdom awaits her service!



This is the beginning to the end

By: Brianna Camille Sterling

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