parted believers, unite

i am no gospel, definitely no prophet. you can believe that to be true. i'm a beating heart and a pen, not to be misleading, i am not an open book. mind you slipping with such velocity these words are a piece of me - do you believe me? give them a tug you cannot pull them from beneath me, for they are surrounding me - oh so becoming of me. your faith in me like a glossy covered bible. a modernized philosophy of mind over matter. i've got my heart on a platter. it's our time to discover. little scraps in our pockets to hold our hearts and desires, we are believers in the now and the now is happening all around us. open your eyes and recognize such captivating humanity. you are surrounded by the ultimate leverage of substance, use it to your advantage. what are you waiting for.. this will not happen just because - you need to have the drive to get to where you choose, forget death do us apart, i'm not talking about up above. you need to stand up ; we are all free. rise to the occasion and make something inspiring. you believe in me which is like a smack in the face, i need to wake up and praise such grace, for you have opened your eyes and looked around the space you picked out such character that i haven't tried to see, a glorious disease is biting at my nails. causing my force with the pen to be light and simple, no hammer. no nails. step up to the plate and don't wonder why. do what you do and reach for the sky. believing in the unbelievable because anything is possible and i'm moving straight to the moon and you'll see what i'm about to make come through. grab your sunglasses for this shine might blind you. straight to your pupils a mind shattering quake that will mess you up right in your place, ruff up your feathers and make you believe, anything is possible no matter if it's your or if it's me.