The sky has darkened,
filled with clouds
a violent, jagged
black. Night has
shifted.
Thundering,
shattering across
the vast horizon.
St. Michael,
the Archangel.
Defend us in
battle.
The dream has given
way to nightmares.
Day retreats
to night.
This battle is
just another
variation of my own
jaded
reality.
I’m having a
conflict of interest.
Who will make it
out alive?
Be our protection
against the wickedness
and
snares of the Devil.
I need it now.
No shield to protect.
Dreams burned
white hot into
the back of accepting
consciousness.
Scarred from memories.
Unforgiving supernatural
spirits working
behind
the veil of what is
and what is to be.
May God rebuke him,
We humble pray.
And do thou,
O Prince of the Heavenly host,
by the power of
God.
These premonitions are growing
in the shadows of self-doubt.
Breeding self-destruction.
I must remember
better times.
If it is to be than
what can be done.
Predetermined outcomes
wait at the tipping
point between
this world
and
the gates of Hell.
Fire whipping through air
sapping life from all forms.
Red glow blinding.
Suffering ,
with a fleeting hope.
I must not forget
what past has presented.
What future holds…
Only when it is accepted that
the calloused hands of
Fate
hold the fragile strings.
Can I truly be free…
From?
****** into Hell Satan and
all the evil spirits.
Oh,
the ending is coming.
If I could only
wake up from this
haunting.
Eyes closed,
listening
to the music of life.
Watching bright light
overcome the
coal black distress.
Who prowl about
the World
seeking the ruin
of souls.
I can make it.
The time to be idle
has passed!
This battle will
turn into
all out
war.
When all one must do
is be the best person
they can be.
I can
And will.
I must.
Amen.