a Poet Cries a third

Lend me your ears... to hear a troubled soul, listen to my silent cries echoing in the distance. 

My third eye sees unbeatable odds heaving together in front of my eyes, on the side I hear utterances whispering to my third ear ''the gods are about to convene on your account", real time points out phaya its about to rain - it is alarming and I know my verdict is imminent. Oh bawo my goodness what is just the justice can justify, in this case of a troubled soul. Justice bro please play your part, outwit the cynics, condemn the haters, vilify the unrighteous for they have tainted my soul before I was born. 

I waited in silence, an audible vibration from my knees told me that the verdict will count on my favor. Firstly, I stuttered.. then I seconded by speaking in thirds about my unforeseen consequence. My third speech disorder flowed rhythmic vowels and consonants.. something like ayrhykloj  ish! BUT then again..... my conscience reassured me that a poets cry is heard by the soil and the mountains it walks on- these credible witnesses are there for me and you to take liberty on the infinite Grace bestowed upon our spiritual birth.