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This story starts

with a ghost that don't let me go, try to open that gasp in the blinds but it holds on for dear life,

this mirror is my knife put in me from the ghost outside its close

that send nervous nellys down to my toes looking right through me and then the mirror broke,

and God Spoke,

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the ghost named Beacon Hill that writes poetry combine song writings

I'm sending to your side,

I know I pick the trouble, but you'll see in due time,

the trouble will turn into peace

you have a purpose to grab all audiences in 1 room

and lead.  

you are no ghost, you are not done, reach for that goal,

you were born for more, so go win the war that God fought for.

life is yours.

My son Samson didn't run when his eyes were gone, Moses said God "I am Not Eloquent I never have been, so I think you have asked the wrong man, for you see I am heavy of mouth and heavy of tongue".  

I don’t know where to go, how to believe anymore,

but I know If I keep on walking straight, I'll see you Lord

Opening those gates, that door everyone says it's not open for disabilities

haven't heard about Jonah?

Read The Bible, it will set you free.

so that door you can rip off like Samson, He was no freak just believed in God

you see or Moses that couldn't even pronounce Z's

turned to the greatest leader of Israel for the cross. The Shepard's fell down and prayed for Mary

That just had the Savior of Goodness Grace. Look upon your little eyes I know you are a Baby at this time, but

Mary

did you know your baby boy

is gonna be known as a feeder turned water into wine,

A leader don't back down or cry, a changer in this evil world

he shows he's a believer when he dies,

don't detour your kind from the pain you bare,

because that rock will surely break, and show it was Gods son to the world

how he could show,

I'm real not pretend was from Jesus Christ,

So, praying all this time to take this ghost out of me was pointless, I see it now

Beacon Hill came down to me,

God, you believe in me like Jonah with an disability

before I die,

I will make my writings fly, to rhyme about

how much you're alive

if you pull back the bow, let it go

like an arrow we can watch them Ghosts go.

my nightmare, to my hero, his name is Beacon Hill the Greatest Ghost Alive

if you think I'm possessed think another time, this nobody is gonna be somebody so don't give up on anybody

Because, 

you don't know

who has that unique buddy within. stop chasen somebody

who won't quit, If I'm breathing, I have a chance to do anything.

I'm never breaking, I'm too important

there counting on me to be that person

that won't just listen, make it their mission to complete whatever

this life throws at me,

so, I'm writing with God, Beacon Hill, all their thoughts come to my vision.

poems come from my soul seeping in my heart coming out on this very page.

so, I don't want none of the credit, I'm not writing for recognition,

but the opposite, all the credit must go to God and the ghost of Beacon hill. 

this story ends where it began with a ghost,

should I boast

no, I'm too far from that, recluse they call me miss shot they saw me as a Chooch Kid with no Mission

upon my lips.

 these words I worship from his work,

please God see me,

I rhyme like its Beacon Hills last time on earth

so people can see you but right now, all they see is a ghost drifting place to place

wondering what to do, they didn't see what I already accomplished

in the back room