Dancing With Jesus Poem by brutal sickthermic saint

Assasination web, chains hurling behind my foot steps.
Horrendous karma with javelin in hand chasing aftre me.
Marijuana spliffed and blunts giving birth to green clouds.
I was part of knight shadows with longated knife to shed blood.
With robbery mask glued on my face im hidding.
My consciece, ambilical cord, circumcised as a little specie.
People, half my victims threw curses upon my life,
but i caught them by my teeth, spill 'em on african soils.
I did all bad.
Unplanting hearts on villagemates leaving it held by one slack chamber,
to keep them breathing.
The immortal skulpures with broken wings emerged in my knight vision.
Blood bloated crystal white atire rolled all over their bodies and faces.
Speaking in tongues i could only interprete the letter 'J' in their blocked in-audible speech.
Rebirth to my ambilical cord am for JESUS!
The priest knows me.
I testified in spiritual gathering of holly deciples.
Jesus knows me.
I lost my be-evilled practices and handled his hand for a slow motioned dance.
God gave me a glance.
Another chance.
Dancing with alpha, omega