I have seven heavenly panels
Leading up to a pointed sphere
Iím multidimensional like a crystal
And my center is never clear.
Iím an inventor and pioneer.
A mentor to my peers
But I'm not as sound as my shell reveals
Because Iím tormented by my fears
That may appear to be grounded
But my insides are filled with tears
And the sadness is well-founded
Years and years
Of traumatic experiences
In the most demented
I talk but feel like nobody hears.
Has reason disappeared?
And, God, are you near?
This is Gizaís 7th light force
And I'm asking you to interfere.
I can no longer walk amongst the blind and dead
With open eyes and ears.
Iím trying to maintain my sanity
And to straighten up my veneer
As I roll amongst the growing calamities
Flowing on Earthís severely trashed
WHO AM I? by Suzy Kassem
Copyright 1994 - 2016. All rights reserved


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