Deacon of Delusion

Deacon Of Delusion

Once a wild boy, raised by lions who move as generals,
and refined by gardens of wisdom and grace the likes of which has shown me

The grandeur and everlasting impression of man will always belong to the ones who follow their bold visions.

And so my Delusions carried me
My Suffering was vital,As it was the rain for my flowers of faith
So I remembered when in the field of darkness, to continue to seek the flower of light.
That which gave me peace amidst even the greatest of my agony,
It showed itself to be that which is superior, and I vowed to bear its light, until my life be silenced as children in the night.

Significant sorrow endured in moments as numerous as the Sahara sands, is the tell of excellence.
My expression of courage rose from the ashes of anguish ridden defeat.
To speak the words of truth you hear this day.

I dabble in delusion for it opens a portal to the realms free from confinement of the logical mind.

My imaginative intents go before me with an atmospheric administration.

Walking up many flights to reach its haven, and my tower it becomes.
I dwell there faithfully, as courage in a Man of honor.
Continually seeking the richness of its relief and the rarity of its refuge.

When aboding in this exuberant escape of ecstasy,
sky scrapers of the highest success are Established in excellence

The adornment of a champions galore radiates from their star seated structures
Tis not a sweeter vision painted from thy heart

Through the expressions of thy breath, beauty is built upon the land of the brethren's hopeful plans.

This is where I wish to be, in the fullness of my childlike joys, and at the apex of adult ambitions.
A general of a glorious caliber, stationed in cosmic sectors

The premonitions of prosperity have become a rich reality of overflowing favor.
What was once a cup Ill equipped to hold a even gulp of pleasure,
now spills over in colossal levels which wipe out the enemies means of condemnation

This rigid existence expels hardships as plentiful as the moon shows its charitable glow.
So we arm ourselves with the fortification of fierce faith, tested in the den of lust,
and forged in the furnace of tremendous fright.

The reality of our vision, sparkles as a diamond sky.
Shining a light that yields not to even a shade of darkness.
Producing grandeur that fills the deepest pits of the soul.

So man is continually in the hold of his countenance.
As a beautiful vessel adorned in jewels of precious virtue, locked in a chest of iron.

Resting in the Utopia of his most dazzling dreams.
There is no force of fright, nor reign of terror, that shall turn back his esteem.

For it's one of immense grace, gushing in the eternal glow of The Almighty's radiance.
And now Virtue and Honor are the cadence of order, my delusion served me well,
as I survived the gravest dangers of hell