The Sacred Dream
At night after a deep sleep, I dreamt of the lost sheep, Stabbed with an arrow so deep, bleeding uncontrollably in a trap, Without a saviour to make it stop, Then I saw a fortune of wealth, Glowing out of the bleeding wrath, With a Leatherman cloth, With written words embracing Lilith, To Hail the light for supper growth, Indeed I had no choice to overcome, the blame challenge to over consume, Especially to poverty curse programme, Again to customize my life purpose, From achieving the treasure
