i have been left in wanderance. information with-held has been unbare-able to endure ive seen an felt the winds becomings, for i have vision through steal. i bare 1one cocktail, this mystic detail, i have broken the seal. having seen through steal for beyond 1ones looking i shall have apeared uncovering the winds camafloshed hidance. may my spirit hover for the prophesy has been my cover from thee oceans rain. confronting my inner rage while the world throw thier stones. sacret telethapy whispers from not afar bringing me into the mist of her garden cashstrating mine enemies plot. for when my life was full of devine mystery, white sands an iland blue colors awaiting my return. (THE PROPHET/)prophesy 2009.