emerge, erupt from the inner
furnace--(d) up coils of barrages
stinking of the moor
stocked up with whistles
and-- oh my (bad);
what I meant: *spittle
yeah, that ooze spewing out
w a t e r e d d o w n
Filth no where as>>retched
certain PubLIC(K) streams
un? - consciously smothering
wafts of frenzied pain bleeding beneath
yellowed plastic desks
wreTched /wretCHed parents crumble .
but it's too too late , alas ; for
the misery is prolonged and
even scars and scares can inflate
from oversaturated loafers power>munching
bank bills they snort OUT of : mail <nra> bxes :
#banksy-wannabe shanks, they are
So, no one's gonna pay bail for lives lost to
weapons of war
instead (for now...) we weep and s[hr]ink
a whole shadow away from
a whole entity away
from Christ and love and respect and human dignity
why are we allowing this? are WE mere bystanders to
domestic acts of terror (or preventable choices)
and other un[war]ranted vile acts
sickening aMErica to its defiled core?
******* our thumbs as children, teens, instructors
end up ETCHed onto endless lists of victims
why so listless, a screaming voice echos from
horizon to horizon,
in the very midst of mass>acre?
until when, until bodies outnumber trees
a cemetery of humanity, and its ignorant arrogance?
desensitiZation corrupted our senses
t bat our eyes from reports of senseless
we trade patches of compassion, all our worn cares,
communal unity, yes and, sell our souls to devils, even!
for patches of cheap dopamine hits and quick bliss
introducing: the Rapture (finally and AMEN, children of God sing)
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Rapture & my musings preRapturing
Father, i wonder
if a ***-headed cynic will cough
<slurp down s lugs of hard wine>
"oh man. oh man! <hanging his wizened head low>
i need Jesus, man.
we need Him, my |G|od. oh my God, why
tell me why
did i choose gods over you? my pleasures over you?
oh, i shoulda listened to them.
if i could choose differently
((sighs) searing red boils in the strip of sea boiling torn life forms by his folded knees)
a verse fell to him: "for the wages of sin is death..."
(groans) could it be that i'm too late? why, it seems that way.
"but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord..."
Lord, can i put my hope in You still? will You accept me, a sinner?
#a false prophet, a secular heretic, an addict chasing lust and satisfying his flesh, a
cheat, a ****-obssessed fool, a subservient profligate-wannabe,
scholar of every answer, religion, science that has Jesus out of the
picture, a slanderous mocker of God abusing his tongue spitting
blameXcomplain(ing) for all the hatred and rot thriving in his
if i repent?
if i believe?"
slowly, his heavy heart beckoned in the knocking figure, and
trumpets bellowed,and that twisted keening ravaging swallowing
his soul brightened -- washed clean! -- into glorious trillings
born again, he was. only by His blood which set him free from eternal dam=>(satan's)nation
of fellow doomed sinners
it is not too late. believe in Jesus Christ; for He is
the Life! the Light,
the Love we hunger for in life
Yes, we are undeserving
Yet, we were saved through Christ's sacrifice on the cross
Now, we can worship and sing in Heaven forevermore
q: and all God's people say?
--- advice for seekers : JOHN3:16