You have never seen me but I ask you to trust me. You know my name but you have not heard my story. You are unsure of what I am offering, but you are curious about who I am. Some people tell you to reject me, but a small voice says give it a try. The choice will be yours ultimately, I can only wait to see if you are willing, to take a leap of faith and trust in Gods only son.

They say the world is getting smaller but there is so much unused space. They say that people are starving, but people throw away food away everyday. They say there is not enough money, but governments keep printing it. We are told that governments can solve our problems, but they cannot even get along with each other. They say we must believe one way or another, why can't we each be left to our own path? If there is not a shortage of anything, then what are we fighting for?

Christ makes intercession with the father. He protects his sons and daughters. He sits on the throne to hear our prayers. He sends his angels to show us he cares. He gives us a guiding light to show us the way. He is there for us when ever we pray. He strengthens us when we need more faith. He sits on the mercy seat to give us his grace. He cries for us when we go astray. He corrects us and puts us back on the straight and narrow way. He is closer to us than any friend. He will be there for us until then end.

No matter how many times I wash my hands, the stains are still there. No matter how much I try, I cannot silence the screams. I know I shouldn't have done it but it is to late to worry about that now. Inside my room that closes in on me every time I open my eyes. Just one drink too many, that is all it took. I walked away without a scratch, but two others lost their lives. The blood will not wash off of my hands no matter how much I try.

Yes hell is real, I have lived in for a while. The cartoon creatures of my torment live all around me. They have many forms, but all are there to steal my joy. Some are no more than floating heads I see on a video screen. They chatter on day and night with out every making a point. Others are shiny and bright but they are hollow inside. They glisten like a polished gem but when they open their gaping mouths, they **** in every good thing and leave you nothing in return. There are still others that are mumbling faceless creatures, buried in a black swamp that has on bottom. They lurk around waiting to see if you need something so that they can make you wait out the eternity. Yes there is a hell and it is called a bureaucracy.

Jonathan Campbell  1d
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Like a Black Dahlia, she sits in solitude. Her Essence is intoxicating and draws you in with her mysterious ways. To touch her is a delight, but be careful you don't get lost in her. For what may appear to be a delicate flower, is simply an enticement to get you into her web. In truth she's poison, she has been the ruin of many men. So if she happens to Blossom in your path, beware the dark flower.