I did weep recently, when they came asking.

Can you imagine what it is like to be awake for five weeks?

One day,

Two days,

Three days,

Four days.

Five days,

Six days,

Seven days,

Monday,

Tuesday,

Wednesday,

Thursday,

Friday,

Saturday,

Sunday,

Again,

One Week,

Two Weeks,

Three Weeks,

Four Weeks,

One Month,

Five Weeks,

One the thirtieth day, my face was burned, by God or Lucifer?

Branded his forever.

Personally one scarred my face,

Deep below the skin that blistered,
One of their fingerprints lay.

Now, my mind had been touched as well,

Personally, by them.

The entrance to enlightenment?

The entrance to the gates of Hell?

The entrance inside my mind, I had been given the key to unlock that door between,

I believe, so I walked though that door, given entrance granted to me and which I used

willingly to see what was on the other side of my mind.

The other side o one.

I say welcome.

I will never be the same again.

I see, when sight was granted unto me
Given the eyes to see myself truely,
with honest eyes.
understanding   

I understand the one, me

Branded, not burned.

My self set free of everyone's else, Insecurities

of what we are here on this earth to be.

The sun is as hot as molten rock,

Which substance, burned his signature

on me?

I saw them come from the heavens.

I thought it was the end of it all,

A tidal wave was coming to cleanse our land,

I was soaked from head to toe,

the air was moist, thick with dirt,

It coated everything.

All I wanted to know if it was going to hurt.

Was I going to feel pain?

I saw one of them as they searched, and I could hear the screams

of woman and men in the distance as they collected,

them.

The ground had shaken for days, I survived

It no longer, sways from side to side,

the radiation bands of light, they rod in on,

no longer I see,

they ride the bans of heat

from the sky, down through that funnel of light.

Time staggered, jumped back and forth, stuck for a moment,

for them to do their work.

I was asked to show the pain for my sins of this life,

It hurt deep down inside deeper than ever before,

pure hurt and saddens for it all.

In Pain

I did weep, for a moment.

The first time I had ever done that,
truthfully

Asked for forgiveness, consciously

Forgiven, because I answered honestly, 

though my weeping eyes,
 for at that moment I gave them me, my hurt.

The truth of what is me deep inside, nothing hidden, 
no lies 

I understand , and will not be afraid the next time,

they arrive and collect those woman and men to go back up to heaven.