Psalms 123:10  Our soul has escaped as a bird from the snare of the fowlers; The snare is broken, and we have escaped.

    Crying in the basement 

  I’m 
  crying in the
         basement 
 of a special needs 
  group home, hoping that you believe me,
a schizophrenic,
 that I’m going to be the President so 
                                                            you’ll never leave me.

Rhythm

    Crying in the basement 

  I’m 
  crying in the
         basement 
 of a special needs 
  group home, hoping that you believe me,
a schizophrenic,
 that I’m going to be the President so 
                                                            you’ll never leave me.

Imagery

    Crying in the basement 

  I’m 
  crying in the
         basement 
 of a special needs 
  group home, hoping that you believe me,
a schizophrenic,
 that I’m going to be the President so 
                                                            you’ll never leave me.

Writing

    Crying in the basement 

  I’m 
  crying in the
         basement 
 of a special needs 
  group home, hoping that you believe me,
a schizophrenic,
 that I’m going to be the President so 
                                                            you’ll never leave me.

Zachary Philip Brill is a man touched by GOD. He cared for a pet caracal that was a conduit for his soul. He was possessed to go to Ukraine and give signs that a war was coming. Diagnosed with schizophrenia, and following his brother’s death, he was homeless. Much has been lost, and much has been taken from Zachary. He received a sign that he is blessed with a soulmate, Sophia Romanovna Muklanovich. He prays that life will continue to bless him for his courage and his chronicles.