MJ has walked through the shadow of death. He has stared darkness and the sword in the face.
He is not scared of the sword. Quite the contrary…MJ has said, ” Fuck the sword.” MJ is not concerned of the sword.
The sword is in MJ’s rear view mirror.
Light. Goodness. Kindness. Decency. Human empathy. You know… all the things one would never witness at a Donald Trump fake Christian racist rally are in front of MJ at this point in the race.
The Oklahoma Trump fake Christian rabble cannot take away from MJ’s journey to the light.
‘They knoweth not of what they are doing.’
They have sold their moral compass to the human junk bond grifter. There is so much more to the journey beyond individual or corporate net worth.
It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle rather than a Donald Trump zombie to ascend to the heavens.
MJ will pray for their souls….if they still have one.
The clarion call of the trumpet pins MJ’s ears back even further. The championship DNA in his heart pounds as he obliterates the limitations of his own mortality.
MJ ‘almost’ feels as if he owns eternity.