Umbrella

Pleasure is not wrong!

Pleasure is what we were made for.

God is so amazing.

Leather and Lace.

The rough skinned roughkins reportedly told the renegades that all the religion we could spend would replace the righteous motives of our generation.

The last night we saw them they were on the shore. Sending out flares to the commander. Warning of terrors they didn't know existed. I was concerned but He was steadfast and strong not faltering in His perch, footsteps never leaving the ground. I looked in awe as calmly. He reached across the waters and lifted them as He lifted me and I wept once more.

My tears we're not of fear but of disdain. Because my fears are realized. God I don't want you to die away. I'm not losing you again. I'm clutching so hard, like I can't but help hope you want me to. And I feel I'm being pulled into the war. I just don't know what army that is. I can't see the shades of grey that we are supposed to live in under your control. There is no steady hands in my cavalry. There is no tightened bootstraps in my infantry. How on Earth will we survive at this rate Lord.

My faith in your position as Commander of this Army stays true. I trust that you know what You know what You are doing. I fear that the rest of us don't though. I'm nervous that the rest of the Army isn't going to come when You call.

Is anyone listening anymore?

Such a Simple Mirrored Image

I put my hand up to a mirror.

And I shook my own hand standing still. I felt the forces enter though the portal. As I exchanged my soul for relief little did I know that I cannot give what is not mine.

And they can't take what isn't theirs.

My soul belongs to something greater than relief. My heart belongs to a love greater than I understand. My love is not love at all.

My dreams live haunted appraisals of the earth as I take inventory. I'm the grim reaper. But I'm fully alive.

We are nothing but broken soldiers waiting in the trenches for the battle to resume. Or has it started?

Giants in the Sky

There are giants in the sky.

Such a magnificent statement if you think about it. Into the Woods follows 4 different fairy tales happening congruently in the same forest. And at one point Jack climbs up the beanstalk. And then he goes back. First because he was mystified by it all. Giants!

He then he talks to Little Red Riding Hood who wants to know where he got a golden egg. And to impress he climbs up again.

He gets in trouble. And a giant falls from the sky crushing a house. All for what?

To prove a point.

Sondheim did something incredible with this musical.

(What is he going on about?)

It's a metaphor of the pride we collect. We experience something incredible. Want other people to share it. Get over enthusiastic and at this point we usually act without thinking. Doing things we'll soon regret. And ending usually in the destruction of something completely unrelated.

Too many times, we become the victims of the disbelief of other people. "Preach at all times, use words when necessary."

We are the fault for the way people don't trust God. The way we don't care to grasp the greatness of God. The humanity of Christ, the Servanthood of Christ, the divinity of God, and the saviour that is Christ. We don't get it. If we climb up the beanstalk we just escaped our lives with, we'll surely cause more destruction.

So don't try to prove God to someone, because God is already enroute to do that. All we need to do is announce God's arrival. And open eyes, open ears, bring the balance back to a center and stop trying to do this on our own power.

The Life You Never Knew

A resurgance of spirit is eminant. Love is now becoming something of fiction. Holy wars splattering blood on the steps of our ivory citadels.

Our beautiful morals, eclipsed by our prideful syndication. Enforces fake disciplines into the hands of our children. Our sisters and brothers are looking in disbelief, we are the generation. To put it to an end. Our parents dying slowly in their emotional solitude.

Rain beating the hardtop cadillac of Christ, on sunny days. And the overcast days bring darkness to all who exit their homes.

We all knew the trump was resounding against our brick walls, but none of us were willing to listen.

We'll keep going at this rate. And never utter a single word about the state of our discontented dreams. The state of our outcast cries of repentance and reconcilliation. But they never come.

We cry out reaching for higher grounds
To clutch higher heights that we have ever known before
Seeing things we've only heard the stories spell.
Growing up inside of our casings has only fueled this hell.
Pulsating perfection mirrored duality inside our controverted minds.
Praying for our own sorrows like God doesn't see us.

God is ALIVE.
God can see you. Selfish pride prevents it. So kill it.

The damned pride of our forefathers has buried deep in our consciousness. It's become the society of our own endeavors. Don't give up on Him. He's coming, And I know it because I feel it.
It's inside me like a unintusive beacon calling us home. But the road is long and not going to be straight or safe or gentle or clear. But that's what we're called to follow. Because this damned planet has been cursed against us. Causing disasters to make us question it all. Making us doubt a loving Father.

And the land has been cursed. Not by God, because He built this beautiful. God hasn't ever created anything ugly. It's Lucifer and his comrades, striking the land dead before Adam arrived. And God has done everything to protect us from the bastard but God can't destroy something just because it's bad. Especially when it doesn't listen. Free will is like that.

Preservation and pancea are what God raves. So even though there is extreme painful greiving for Satan and the demons, there is no love lost. God loves Lucifer but knows that he must be stopped. It's going to take a great army to combat the demon legions.

Angel and man alike together to fight it to the death. And few will survive at the end. Yet, God will not lose. And Lucifer is convinced God is wrong. Because the damn planet was taken by the morning star before we got here and Lucifer is too pretty and proud to crawl back to God. So while Satan has every soul of the decieved, which regretfully is a lot. One angel on the side of God can handle any non-believer. The demons are the problem. So while the men of faith are outnumbered in this battle. The demons are outnumbered as well. Because God still has two thirds of all of them .

So what I'm saying is there is hope in our brainwashed lives. But it lies behind our lives of hate and selfishness.

I just wish I knew how to move quick enough.

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and God will give you the strength to endure as long as you believe, it's not pretty. But it's a start.

Total Polarization

I think it's high time for a new day.

The day where we aren't the masters of our destiny. The destiny in each of us is drawn out into long winded trials to see if we live up to our own standards.

The peace that fails next, is unbelievable. To consume ourselves for such things as living up to a standard that is a juxtaposition in itself.

I love you, and I have to believe in you.
But who are you?
You are the truth.
Believe in these lies
You are the truth
Saving my life.

So we continue just like we always have to go down our primrose paths. To celebrate the confectionery tales that are spun into golden threads we line our clouds with.

Pure lifelessness ensues for centuries if it's let. But not for you.

You are the truth.
I believe in these lies
But You are the truth
Saving my life.

Lacey gets it, man. She just freaking gets it.

To put down the shadow box God is forced behind.

Taking Jesus off the cross. Because that's not where he stayed.

We are all broken soldiers. And we aren't children anymore.

The Act of Putting Your Dreams to Sleep.

It's cold... damn cold.

I mean the kind of cold that makes you wonder if the sun is real, or just a remedial readers idea of a ufo, or even a mirage in the distance to distract you from being colder.

Whatever the position you stand on the subject of sun and the like will be whittled down to one thing.

That thing is going to come as a shock to you. For centuries, this has ravaged our families and stolen our money. Compromised everything we believe in. What's more it's made us believe in disbelief.

I know the whole spiel of an open mind, and let me tell you.

An open mind is not a one way street.

So we are here to destroy it once and for all. Join me. My name is Major. And this is how to kill your dreams and save yourself.

Enjoy.


So in actuality it's not cold at all. It's stupid foggy though. But I decided to start with something everyone can identify with. I can't say, "It's a freaking Scottish moor outside!" Few people would know what I'm talking about. But regardless my story is the same.

By the way that thing that I was talking about, is your pride. And it's going to fall.