APOSTLE JON BROWNELL SR
Rain drops, Rain Drops Rain Drops,
Trickle down from heaven.
Unlock your chakras,
The main ones are seven.
Po3ms i write to God,
Though they seem, very odd.
Parables, that they are;
Chosen Ones know the heart.
Fog covers mountain partially,
Cousin of clouds; arguably.
Thats just my observation;
New York nature,
Is one of a kind.
The western part,
With the diamond mines.
Various shades,
Of green trees;
Just as far as,
The eyes do s33.
Demons and evil,
Stalk M3.
Rapture is soon from:
Never doubt the,
Power of Christ.
In the next life,
i do have wife.
Worth the wait,
Blu3 3y3d Mary:
With the (3)dots;
Very caring.
Jon is daring,
With no fear.
Suffered much,
And shed tears.
Your veil was taken,
By the watchmen.
Chapter Four: Verse Nine;
God sent you a sign.
Minions won't B33 fine,
That is God's design.
i have finished,
the works you gave.
Shall have no grave.
The intercession,
Is near and dear.
I AM sacrificed;
And they all cheer.
Months pass quickly;
Do you miss me?
Returning to you,
Upon they kill me.
Patiently waiting,
Until its my time;
Is JON MARK DIVIN3.
Spirits contained,
In Jon's flesh:
Jesus Christ,
Inside my chest.
Pass his test with,
Your obedience.
Impossible;
Did not foresee this.
The pressure on M3,
So unreal.
New Covenant with God;
Here is our deal:
I AM the flesh vessel,
For when H3 speaks.
The throat chakra,
H3 unlocked for M3.
Feast Day;
Twenty-Fifteen,
A gift from heaven.
Panic to manic;
Pill in thy throat.
Doctors' found nothing;
Thou feels it though.
A shack in Bev. Hills,
When it first happened.
Feared for my life,
But God is the captain.
My anxiety,
Turned physical.
Intuition changed,
To mystical.
Thought i was cursed,
For what did i do?
Prepared for my Death;
Then God did come through.
Apostle Jon,
Later found out:
Trumpets shall sound.
Is playing out.
All will fear God,
i have no doubt.
Twenty-Twenty Five,
Christ in the Flesh.
Believe M3 not,
But "thy works" H3 says.
i warn you all,
But no one listens.
You all judge M3;
I AM different.
Not from this Earth,
H3 Sent M3 from Heaven.
So do not B33 sour;
And Fuck You Don Lemon.
Judgement day occurred;
Mine, already.
God is well pleased;
Where's the confetti?
No one celebrates,
I AM all alone.
That is okay,
E.T. phone home.
No purpose is left,
For m3 on this Earth.
Twenty-Twenty One;
Twas' my first "rebirth".
Enlightenment,
Is redirection.
A fitness model,
Always flexin'.
Vanity is sin,
Stay out of the mirror.
All shall hear "The Word",
Who does hath an ear.
The "Lord of Hosts",
Is surely the truth.
A thousand songs,
Made, with no booth.
You work for evil;
i work for God.
Satan tricks you;
Many facades.
Sound, frequency,
And vibrations.
Always tuned in,
To God's station.
Lov3: Jesus Christ
Love: Apostle Jon
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