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Mar 2019
My God buried in wraps will surely rise again
That broken body will be rebuilt by Godly strength
No Earth Rock could hold him.
No spear could keep him down.
Even though I don’t see him now.
He must be in the other place we don’t speak of
Where the saints come to dwell.
He must have gone there to break them out.
I must help him—
No Michael.
This is more than help, this is prophecy
Jesus is the Commander-in-Chief of the Lord’s Army.
The immortal God cannot reside in hell.
This is just a conjugal visit
To show the Devil who truly reigns in heaven
And who was cast out into outer darkness.
The Devil needed God himself to show up in the midst
The cross was a burial ground
The Devil knows that.
But what the Devil does not know is that the cross is where the Devil’s everything
is buried.
Yes God.
Now we wait for Jesus for rise
Because the same spirit that is in heaven will raise Jesus from the dead.
Because the immortal Son of Man
Cannot stay slain and bloodied forever.
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Michael Kusi  28/M
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