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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.
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May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC
Apocalyptic Dream World
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.
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zak-krug
American
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC
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