Iron Hustle

Dream hunter…

July seventh.

This is more than a dream… This is a warning.

On this day, I,

Joel Archer,

Stand as an intercessor,

A mediator for the family,

Watching when the sky grows darker.

I saw black clouds reaching for our brightest days,

Trying to swallow every ounce of hope away.

Yet heaven pulled back the curtain while I slept,

Showing me battles too deep to accept.

Inside the dream, I became a hero without a cape.

A stranger was trapped; I still can’t remember his face.

He needed help before the seconds disappeared,

So I stepped in without allowing room for fear.

Then I noticed the bomb…

The countdown had begun.

Every ticking second echoed louder than a drum.

I held the sceptre…

A symbol of authority.

I tried everything I could to save him,

But some paths separate

before we can change them.

Though I walk through the valley…

Every word became a weapon.

Every verse became a shield.

The atmosphere shifted, And darkness had to kneel.

I’ve seen dreams like this before.

Maybe Heaven reveals them piece by piece,

Teaching faith before giving peace.

I’m Joel Archer. A

dream hunter. And I’ll keep standing.