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I’m not a coffee drinker per se but

I had a dream…there were clouds in my coffee

And the clouds were so dark and gloomy that it became crystal clear

That my eyes drew closer to this mystery

I had a dream…there were clouds in my coffee

And behold I seen through the mirage and camouflage of deception

Weaved into the fabric of established ideas to trick you and me

And I took a trip into Hades habitation

American madness and political corruption rising up like cream but

I had a dream…there were clouds in my coffee

And the creator tells me not to be ignorant to the devices

That the enemy employs to attack the character and essence of me

So as I wake up and smell the coffee

And the crap that you’re trying to feed me

I’m not fretting what you say with this romantic and political rhetoric

For in due season you will wither away as that barren fig tree

Having been crucified on the cross of this thing called trust

But I’ve been reborn again, resuscitated by Christ in love

A visionary on a mission to proclaim the good news

And secure a deed to a piece of land up above

And in closing

As I prepare for a new day of trials and temptations

I consider the dream of clouds in my coffee

And I pray to God for protection and a deeper revelation

YB