How Many People Can You Trust

Atlas Your Highness, Atlas Your King

The Creator of my being, I give you my hands as you bless my work with your trusted knowledge and wisdom. May the eyes of your creations understand your valuable words and may my being have patience to enjoy our wonderful world.

Tell me a story about the great deception among Earth. Was it bothered by the tribal of man kind? How many people walk among Earth to dance with the stars?

The Creator knows better than to wait for my arrival, so I make myself wait to see the great stars among Earth. We are not the same. Some of us dance to disputes and agony while others commit suicide based off their personal jurisdiction. I don't like being insane anymore. It's a criminal against crime among the many stars here on Earth.

So we wait and see how many people can survive the blessings the world likes the share, and we make cherishing moments here on Earth to listen to the Gods of their palaces. I don't like waiting around for a man to tell me the truth. Some days I'll listen to myself and here the words of Creation tell me what to do.

The Creator makes us wait for the arrival of our king and we do this to learn a lesson. Who in the world can listen to creation? Who in the world will listen to the music of our noise? I love to tell tales that mean nothing to the naked eye, but even The Most High is able to be wise and kind. It is truly amazing how we see worlds differently. I listen to my God and you listen to your words. I know The Most High, and you dance to distractions among Earth.

We will never be the same, yet we act so alike. How many wishes can you grant me so I can make it to the top? How many blessings can you give me so I can wait for my own arrival?

I don't want to dance in the dark any longer, but even then, we all have memories to share. I don't want to wait amongst the star to wait for your arrival, I want to reach the top so I can make way. Tell me the words loud and clear and I will listen to your every word. Tell me the truth and I will be right with you. I will listen to you and I will breathe. I will tell you the truth just so I may be free. Thank you Creator for everything.

The harmony of my being is a great agony to many who wish to turn my way. I've made promises to the kings of Earth and have never met the top of their castle. Is it true that we are not all the same? Is it wrong to call myself insane? We aren't the ones who made destiny in poison. All we wanted was a purpose for disruption. So I tell the truth to listen to you. I rather tell myself that this is the only way then to write words of poetry that keeps me sane. You make my way and I tell its platter. I tell the truth and you make me home.

The enemy among Earth is my friend until the end. We met on the night of December, a place we all call heaven. We never made love for the exact purpose on Earth. Many people survive commitment, but not many reach the top of the castle. Tell me why? Do you think we are meant to have harmony, or is it impossible to complain to the cities of Earth. I miss my family, but that doesn't mean we will remain the same. We have better judgement than to live our life feeling this way. We are made for justice and harmony.

So I write down the words of written wisdom to keep my focus on the greater things in life. I write about love and poetry to tell the world what it is like living here on Earth. I make music for souls who have no ground and I make treasures in the forest of forbidden sounds. We will commence agony among the stars that reign, but no one on this earth will touch us because we are meant to fall away. We are all equal in this battle ground.

We will walk among Earth and we will dance amongst the stars. We will shine brighter than diamonds and we will never fall apart. We will drive to the U.S. and we will fall to our knees. We will create scenes with blessings and we will drive to be free. So why do we listen to the music of our soul? To learn a special power that we only hold. We are all capable of forming plans, but it is in us to be happy for what we have.

Will the water rise, or will the water fall? Will we know the truth that keeps us strong? How many wishes does it take to reach the top? How many answers do you need to feel the stop? I want my princess to be happy, but not when she's around. I want her to listen to the sound of my voice as she lives to be proud. No one here on Earth knows the battle ground like I do, and yet, many have fallen into the trap of despair. I will reach my saddle to find you. You are my promise.

To those I love and those I trust, we cannot complete the answers for the unjust. They are on their way to heaven and we are here to build wars for heroes. We will survive the battle of euphoria and we will survive the grounds of despair. We will unite our people to harmony, and we will survive the night with light. They are my people and they are made with love.

Sometimes I need a learning lesson to feel your pain. Sometimes I need a learning lesson so I can think straight. Sometimes I need to know the truth so I can live insane. Sometimes I need the answers so I may be afraid. You are our only hope in this world of madness, so what does it matter if I don't have what it takes? You can only free me from my personal ways. And so it is.

What will it take to reach to the top? Will there be stars and planets? Will there be battleships and cries? Will we have milk and honey? Will there be the moon and the light? I don't know if there will ever be an answer for us here on Earth, so let us dance with the music of our soul. We will know better when we do better as a whole.

I will love you forever and ever more. We are not to be forgotten, but remembered for our past shame. We will listen to your music and be happy as one. And when we die, we will remember that you were the one who saved our life. We will remember you forever and ever more. So don't let us hold back on to you.