We love suffering
& deaths embrace
in our fractured and broad
destruction.
We love killing people
because
love is long suffering
& all we have is time,
but we know love not!
and we have not time!
we kill ourselves.
We are deceived so deeply,
and God knows why.
It is truly useless.
Pain is pleasure
to us.
Existing to hate,
obvious ignorance, of course
we're given -
and this mysterious
hidden knowledge
somehow...
deep inside
that we call faith,
I can't help despairing
from the thought of it -
that we know right and wrong
yet still not understanding it;
and enjoying sin anyway,
is the heart of the matter.
we do not know what is holy.
bitter is sweet
right is wrong
blah blah blah.
Is this true:
God's love is so great he can make hell and leave it for us to go there.
Who's not honest with themselves, & lacking foresight anyway,
they know they deserve it.
Earthquake, tsunami.
moral, natural...
Simple as rain
God chooses &
draws to His pleasure
draws
draws
draws
Jesus sanctify me,
have mercy
on all of us sinners;
making ALL THINGS happen.
Yes, all things.
And you, in your foolishness
think God's reasoning,
is any concern of yours.
Say Solomon split the baby?
being split is pleasure
for we are split
and God cannot be
not even in image;
I suppose this is what they call,
soul searching,
for I search everyday,
having been cursed & blessed
with a mortal mind.
How is it the Word can suffer,
not being sinful?
the word is a consuming fire
Saying I am not
destined to enjoy wickedness
every hour,
is false.
I'm hidden,
have faith
you're fucked
from birth.
fucked
fucked
fucked.
In few material things,
I find temporary reprieve.
But truly I'm immaterial
How on earth,
are we to take dominion.
but by the grace of GOD.
This is why we are commanded
not to judge:
for we cannot judge properly.
would you have been Adam?
fools married happily
during the flood;
chasing the wind...
your arrogance
is uninteresting
and untrue
and you know nothing,
about covenants...
eternal covenants,
save me God,
I crucify sin and face you,
repent or perish,
your holiness demands it,
try as I may,
your Spirit is needed
Jesus,
your Helper.
alone,
my works are dead.
mind is murder
money chokes
into blissful mania.
can you really survive
off the land in the hardship
in which you were destined.
you come after tribulation,
after the abomination.
death is not an option,
it is the answer.
death to the sinful self,
I choose you,
my faith is facing you,
save me from testing,
deliver us!
what choice to you have
but to feast with passion
on the flesh,
whose truth transforms
your very blood.
rejoice for those moments of clarity,
but make no mistake:
yours is a mortal soul,
and you have demons.
useless seekers
bonded for hades
fight for your lives:
by dying
to yourselves
in this space,
in this time,
to find it.
never stop seeking,
God have mercy.
Alone,
it is to your peril.
who can speak for me,
the life is in the blood,
and it is true:
we need every word God speaks
and we are judged
as in a court,
for every one word
which we speak
midst our sinful suffering,
to the great consuming fire.
how to pray for their deliverance
when not drawn for it.
who can answer for God?
some are confident they know
this answer:
we all love being blind.
what is Gods mind.
who do you follow?
few really understand
and can really love their enemies,
themselves.
perhaps the best question,
according to an acquaintance
upon judgment day,
is to simply ask:
Why?
And the only answer,
I'd wager, is the one
already given:
I Am.
you deserve to know
the answer?
Renounce the world,
for we do not understand
the absolute holy One
the great I AM.
pray for the deliverance of the repentant
to righteousness.
pray to God
& with great fear
the Son of the morning
with flame of fire in his eyes
and the absolute sword of His mouth.
have mercy on us
have mercy on our souls.
we do not understand.
"they do not understand what they do."
sometimes prayer to the Lord of the universe 79