JPPDZZZZZZZ RAPZ APOCALYPTO THE SPIRIT OF GOD

The Spirit of God by Jon Paul Patrick Doherty

The Spirit of almighty God, the rapture of the saints, and all the angels and his peeps, they run the unseen streets, keep the swamp shit outta your ears, I pray to God to kill your fears, and out of that to make you rise, as if all this time you were in disguise, the plain hidden in plain sight, bright
No slight, everyday a new fight, It’s a long hard road outta the darkness and into the light, nut we just take it a day at a time, no crime, time well spent is time not wasted, no sense getting pasted, pacified and basted, ya bastard you better be your own master…. Not a disaster….

The spirit of almighty god, in the sod the heavens above, divine master of all true and lasting love, sweet architect of the divine eternal soul, when I fuck up, you make me whole, It may take time, but it does unfold, and with every lesson is a lesson learned, if you don’t play with fire you won’t get burned, reap what you sow and earn what you earn, live how you live and learn what you learn, see what you see and churn what you churn, move toward the light and make sure ya don’t burn …..liven learn, liven learn, live n learn
.liven learn, liven learn, live n learn

The spirit of Almighty god with a lyrical flow, some rhythm and kick and a snare to go, forget what you think, what you think you thought you knew - you almost know, Knock knock knock…. open up the door, if you give more there will always be more, The spirit of God is the one to adore…..
Put down the gun and begin to write, you’re main G will be right there by your side, so go fourth and multiply, add and divide, and take something away so the spirit survives, and just like a sculptor to keep it alive, in the spirit you shall seek and find, reap and sow and thrive…the word is alive….the word is alive…the word is alive

JPPDZZZZZZZ

In the depths of silence, where whispers reside,
The spirit of God, a gentle guide.
In the stillness of dawn, in the hush of night,
A beacon of hope, a source of light.

Through trials and triumphs, in moments of grace,
The spirit of God, a comforting embrace.
In the tapestry of life, in each soul’s quest,
A divine presence, a sacred guest.

In the dance of creation, in the songs of the earth,
The spirit of God, a timeless rebirth.
In the hearts of the weary, in the souls that seek,
A source of strength, a voice that speaks.

So let us listen, let us be still,
To feel the spirit of God, a tranquil thrill.
In the whispers of nature, in the depths of our being,
A sacred connection, a sense of freeing.

JPPDZZZZZZZ