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.
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