This is the 8th entry of a 10 parts fantasy series. Emerald: “My love, isn’t this a sentence into loneliness?” Rehema: “What else can we give her, my dear? Akaant has spoken and the signs are clear” Emerald: “As parents, why curse when we should bless?” Rehema: “The gods have spoken! ...Rest.”
ALL MEANS ALL THAT IT MEANS: All is always all it seems, except when it isn't, you see.
The Government serves when the law is king But that can swerve when the people cling
RADICAL DEPRAVITY: deep rooted, humanity is subject to sin and vanity.
There is a war going on outside A struggle for many lives Many in it have died The congo and night of long knives
GOD ELECTS AND REJECTS: the undeserving on the left, to the right the deserving...no less.
Consider this poem as a paragraph taken from a journal in which I am writing down my thoughts on current events.
(Written on a mangy piece of paper that on the flipside contained this alliteration, "The Preeminent Prince of Peace powerfully pursues His people providentially producing proper positional predestined pleasantness." Circa 2013) Lay down the ancient foundation, Jesus Christ the Elect. That precious Stone. Behold His glory! Rejected by the builders, laid bare, scorned, crushed. They
The smell of black gold and open air is a thing in common with over there. I have here a gem for heaven I'll bring into that city fair! In streets of clear gold, I'll have black, brought from here without looking back. All enjoyed to the glory of God- what I'd enjoy is gold
The flesh just won't go away; it feels so close when at bay. With a bubble and pop my flesh just hiccups and my heart guiltily throbs away.