California Street

The Plan of what has come,

is nothing more than done.

Prayed for help and now you face,

the treachery of disobedience,

you're fear.

The Rites imposed,

fell to earth? or pushed,

no matter,

this is Satans Turf,

not your reside,

and yet you still scream hide.

Reverence for what does not speak,

creeps down your body,

like a flame,

ignited by the fire,

to claim!!

In History's Future,

the Mind will change,

the road becomes the lane,

the path is sought,

it still is wrought,

with faith believe it's turn,

a plot!!

Lost our lives,

lived before,

the cost of ventured plight,

to remove a way or rule,

admits the time had dual.

On this Earth,

a planet now,

developed well,

now you plough,

destroying Creations move.

As 'All' will know,

what is love,

has been burnt much like flame,

the Nation no's alert!!

The commonality has a play,

it's Rite of birth in the Mate,

the dark is red.

Few will go,

sum of stay,

the words of Set,

delivered Years to prepare,

make a stand,

the route of Man,

evolves with planned.

The trait of Like,

opens sight,

to See the Sage at-hand.

The Call to Due,

accountable too,

the laws of pool,

blue here.

Does it Count?,

yes it can,

the board of when does date a cheer.

The Voice of blend,

is unique,

the blessing of,

are Men!!