Miracle

It's a miracle that I lasted.

With every syllable it's visible that I crafted a mystical art.

On a biblical path, cyclical task.

What's written is a witness to grasp the limits of the past.

What's the difference between distance when in instance I seen the vast.

Visions of victims visiting stars.

In the beginning I'm with them sitting in prison with Christians behind bars.

I'm alive, I survived the blast.

Resign the cast.

In my mind I see the divine like a blindfold on my heart.

Time flows fast when my eyes are closed.

My five senses are aligned, dances behind my advances of mind.

What's the chance it's divine?

What' answers you find will enhance the grind.