Help Them Holy Ghost / It Is Written

Looking around,
Is a scary sight,
For the majority,
Haven’t even heard,
There’s a fight.

Head in the clouds,
Not even hearing them,
I know they’re loud,
But I’m thinking about the many,
Whose souls will never soar,
Above the clouds.

Isn’t it terrible?
You’d think they’d care,
But they haven’t any idea,
That they gotta go SOMEWHERE……….

They’re like, oblivious,
That they’re Satan’s servants,
And it’s aggravating,
That telling them,
Makes for lots of hating.

They think life’s all about,
The here and now,
Not seeing much beyond,
Today and tomorrow,
Not knowing how this,
Will soon bring eternal sorrow.

They speak,
I cannot stand it,
Each little comment,
Tells me secrets,
Little tell-alls,
Understood by only a few,
Who walk in the supernatural.

Plaguing demons,
Apparent in everything,
They do and say,
Still they ignore the truth,
To find their own way,
As my spirit’s discerning,
I picture them burning.

It pierces like an arrow,
The realization,
That the way truly is narrow,
And it’s dreadful,
But most won’t ever find it.

Dear Lucifer

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World,
You should see,
What this guy tried,
The last time he lied!
Yeah it looked so pretty,
But it didn’t take long,
Before I saw right through it,
As my brain’s not that itty-bitty.

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Your tricks,
Are not gonna happen,
Your lies,
Won’t be taking hold,
I’m not that slow,
I know at the end of that road,
There isn’t really,
A pot of gold.

Get off this ladder,
That is my life,
I won’t be giving you access,
To another rung,
It’s time you step down,
You don’t even have a crown.

It’s not too hard to hide,
From your sorry hide,
You’re not omnipresent,
And to get anything done,
You’ve got to possess,
All the undecent,
In my presence.

Such a sorry,
Piece of shit,
Forever damned,
To be cast,
Into the pit,
You’re just pissed,
Because you’ve no way,
Out of it.

You’d better sharpen your skills,
‘Cuz the war is on,
And I’m not easily killed,
Remember now that proverb,
That a curse without a cause,
Cannot land,
And just so you know,
A hex on me,
Is a waste,
So you may as well,
Call off your lackey post-haste.

You’re not too bright,
You’ve had great moments,
And been brought to great heights,
You’re climbing higher still,
But you know how it ends,
At the final fight,
Your little kingdom,
Is gonna fail,
It gets exposed,
A little more each day,
As we get closer to,
The time you will pay.

All In Good Time

Good things are happening,
In the realm of the spirits,
It won’t be long now,
Before it reaches our world,
Where I can feel it.

A mind overworked,
By sadness and stress,
But small steps,
Lead to total deliverance,
From the grips,
Of the one most vile.

Tiny things,
Are noticeable now,
Nowhere near,
Where they should be,
But breakthrough enough,
To stop a lot of tears and fears.

A dream here,
A miracle there,
All are answers,
To one of many things,
Lifted up in prayer.

Upon close examination,
Of many occasions,
Lots of things,
Were looking dreary,
Until recently,
Some things started turning,
Toward a new and sunny morning.

Even prayer,
Can hit a snare,
And need an extra boost,
But add liberal donations,
Coupled with a fast,
And it’s a surefire way,
To set stubborn demons loose.

The clouds have opened,
And a drizzle has begun,
Someday soon,
They will let loose,
Like a loaded gun,
And all around,
Wherever I go,
Blessings will soak me,
From head to toe.

Fruit

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The chains are there,
Invisible as air,
Weighing me down like a boulder,
Too heavy for my shoulders.

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Now the chains are breaking,
Falling to the ground,
Causing a good sound shaking,
It’s like everyone should feel,
The Earth quaking,
But they can’t,
It’s only me,
As I’m being set free.

The chains rage as they rattle,
They know they’ve lost the battle,
They’d been having fun,
Thinking they’d won,
‘Til I found a new weapon,
And taught them a lesson.

The chains are fastened strong,
And have been there all along,
How they leave no marks,
When they’re starved off,
Is as yet an unsolved mystery.

The chains trick,
The chains deceive,
So good at what they do,
Until they’re seen through,
Now it’s game over,
I’ve learned a slick trick of my own,
That makes them break quick.

Peace must reside,
Where I abide,
Wrath will be felt,
Until the last,
Is in my past,
Good-bye to the bondage,
And hello to the freedom,
Bought for me,
By the bloodshed that happened,
On Calvary.

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The chains were there,
Depriving me of air,
But freedom has me light as a feather,
And tough as leather.

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Unbearable Mysteries

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Dying to know,
The reason for this season,
But it’s not for us to know,
As this show is not our own,
But belongs to Him alone.
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Someday it’ll be over,
And our heads won’t have the chore,
Of deliberating it anymore.

Someday it’ll be in the past,
And we won’t be overwhelmed,
For we’ll be a part,
Of the spirit realm.

Someday we’ll be on its other side,
And these mixed-up messes,
Will have turned to blessings.

Someday it’ll be worked through,
And when we’ve made it to Glory,
We can concentrate on me and you.

Someday it’ll be just a memory,
The details will be long forgotten,
Washed away,
Like dirt from a shirt of cotton.

Shock Of The Century

How are you doing lately?
Hanging on by a thread,
Why’s that?
Because I feel like being dead.

Oh no! – Why?
Because that one’s been sly,
Doing what?
Turning his back, making me cry.

Oh! The nerve!
I hope he gets what’s deserved!
Same here!
Although that’s also my fear!

How so?
Because I never chose,
For him to become foe,
Oh, indeed?
Yes – for real,
I rather picture him,
As a knight with a steed.

That sounds like quite the conundrum!
Yes, it’s a problem!
Whatever will you do?
I shall pray,
For he’s one of the precious few.

Oh No You Don’t!

“But if you did that,
You’d be missing out,
On all the magic,
And that,
My dear,
Would be so tragic”.

This is what the one,
Said to the other,
When he said of the world ,
He was tired,
And rather than living,
He’d like to choose now,
To meet his maker.

“You see the world,
Is full of enchanting things,
And surrounding us,
Are so many supernatural happenings”.

“They’re hiding in plain sight,
Obvious but not,
But when you learn what to look for,
You’ll be surprised,
There’s quite a lot”.

Here the one,
Stopped and eyed the other,
Watching him scan his surroundings,
On the sly,
For some of these happenings.

From her angle,
She could see,
The sport hunting man,
Positioned in the tree,
And the girl around the corner,
Good Book splayed open,
On bended knee.

The bad and the good,
Right out in the wide open,
But it’s all impossible to see,
When your eyes are blind,
To the mysteries.

When the other’s eyes,
Stopped their surveying,
The one carried on:
“It’s not mythical,
Actually,
It’s quite typical,
A part of every day life”,
And here she shrugged casually.

“Now there are two types,
And both are cause for hype,
One’s more than okay,
But the other’s not good,
And with it you should never play”.

Here the one stated,
What to us in the know,
Is already crystal clear,
But to the other,
And all else who are blind,
This will boggle the mind.

“Things you read,
Called fantasies,
Aren’t that at all,
They’re real mysteries,
That happen often,
At Angel’s and Demon’s calls”.

“Then they write them down,
Knowing they’ll get passed around,
And whether frowned upon,
Or wrote off as bullshit,
This makes sure that many,
Don’t believe any of it,
So then for the side that’s damned,
There’ll be ever so many”.

Here the other,
Interrupted the one,
“You mean”,
Said he,
In a voice like he found this funny,
“That the spirit world,
And the veil,
Aren’t just tales”?

“Exactly so”,
The one replied,
“It’s total truth,
That the worlds collide,
And here with us,
Invisible beings reside”.

“Just where did you,
Get your information,
Telling you there are creations,
Beyond our wildest imaginations”?

“Another world exists,
In which the ones called misfits,
Hold front and center stage,
I’m sorry if you don’t want to hear it,
But there is indeed,
A world of spirits”.

“And it can be found,
Most anywhere,
But it’s only seen,
Through faith that’s sound”.

Here the other interjected,
“How is this possible?
Am I to believe,
That even perfect eyesight,
In this case can deceive”?

“That though I see,
Nothing obstructing my view,
Even then,
Something else is here,
With me and you”?

“Oh yes!
That’s just what I mean”!
Answered the one,
To the other,
“But if your heart’s in the right place,
You can most times feel,
When they’re invading your space”.

The other seemed on the edge,
Of whether to believe,
What the one alleged,
The one could see this plainly,
Though the other tried,
To hide it vainly.

“Well”, told the one,
To the other,
“Now you’ve something,
To think about,
I hope you’ll change your mind,
Rather than take yourself out,
When right at your prime”.

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There’s always something,
Worthy of your sticking around,
But if you never look,
It won’t ever get found.

There’s more out there,
Than a naked eye can see,
When you think,
You’ve seen it all,
Shut your eyes,
And see with your soul,
The realm beyond,
Human understanding and control.

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A Note From Above

Dated: The Beginning Of Time (AD)

To: My Children

Maybe not what you want,
But what you need,
Will you accept the gift this time?
I pray you heed.

Other opportunities,
May seem like something,
That you’d much rather,
But in the end,
If you go with another option,
You’ll wish it was by my hands,
Your story had been penned.

Something or someone,
Is always knocking,
Some should be kept,
The rest told to keep on walking.

It seemed meant to be,
Sewn up so fast,
Until it exploded,
With a powerful blast.

It turned destructive and deadly,
Provided by,
The wrong authority,
Instead of me.

Wake up!
Wake up!
I see every second,
The whole play-by-play,
That’s leading you astray,
As I hover close by,
Waiting on you,
To open your eyes.

It’s right under your nose,
Being handed to you,
On a silver platter,
But it’s not what you had in mind,
So to it you are blind,
Not what you wanted,
So by it you’re daunted.

It’s in your way,
Like a stumbling block,
But only because,
You’re hard-headed like a rock.

Time’s ticking away,
On your mental clock,
You see just one road,
And it’s making your shoulders,
Carry an unnecessary load.

Receive what’s right,
In front of your face,
Stop shoving it away,
Because in the end,
You’re the one who always pays.

And the price every time is hefty,
You sometimes feel guilty,
Or dumb or embarrassed,
I suppose such is the way,
When the area is so gray.

You wish it could be,
More black and white,
And cause much less,
Of an inner fight,
But the war is real,
So just remember,
My saved sinner,
No matter which you choose,
Only one’s the winner.

Each time you lose,
Is like a blessing,
Accidentally refused,
Seek wisdom before,
Making a choice,
If you elect to listen,
I’ve a very loud voice.

Signed With Love,
The Lord God Almighty

I Proudly Despise 10/31

It’s a freak show out there,
And no one needs to take part in it,
Once you put on the outfit,
You become the spirit,
They’re not cute,
They’re not a joke,
Long ago they were used,
To keep those spirits confused.

A disgusting debauchery,
So crazy so stupid,
And then Satan stabs you,
Like an arrow from cupid.

You hear “trick or treat”,
So you open your front door,
Congratulations,
Idiot,
You’ve actually opened a door,
To a spiritual war,
One you don’t believe in,
And so you have,
No chance to win.

Spells cast upon villages,
In Europe by druids,
FYI,
Your jack-o’-lanterns aren’t so stunning,
They were used back then,
To relay a message to demons,
To tell them whether to retaliate,
Or to keep on running.

The threat:
Sacrifice your child,
For their treat,
It’s the only way to avoid their trick,
On that night so wild.

This day and age,
We’re so naive,
We have fun,
Singing from a stage,
You’d never know it,
It’s not like we’re told this shit,
But in 1969,
In a hotel that seems fine,
Something terrible was born,
A doctrine that instructed the misled,
How to worship the one,
Whose head is depicted with horns.

Now it’s celebrated,
On a certain date,
The last day of October,
It’s nothing to most,
But nothing equals no knowledge,
Which in itself is a win,
For the side of darkness and sin.

And why would anyone,
Who’s a decent human,
Side with them,
Now they’re one more soul scored,
Instead of being a part,
Of the army of the Lord.

Holy Ghost Power

Why did I bother?
Why did I care?
The Spirit led me there.

Why did I bother?
Why did I do it?
The Spirit talked me into it.

Why did I bother?
Why did I feel nudged?
The Spirit knew I had misjudged.

Why did I bother?
Why did I hold out?
The Spirit told me it’d work out.

Why did I bother?
Why did I say that?
The Spirit doesn’t like doormats.

Why did I bother?
Why did I go then?
The Spirit showed me a lion’s den.

Why did I bother?
Why did I ignore the pain?
The Spirit would gain.

Why did I bother?
Why did I go full steam ahead?
The Spirit erased my dread.

Why did I bother?
Why did I grind to a halt?
The Spirit sensed a fault.

Why did I bother?
Why did I feel checked?
The Spirit sensed a coming wreck.

Why did I bother?
Why did I not shake it?
The Spirit knew I needed help to make it.

Why did I bother?
Why did I have such an inkling?
The Spirit was controlling my thinking.

Why did I bother?
Why did I quit things in Satan’s compliance?
The Spirit severed that alliance.

Why did I bother?
Why did I feel such fire?
The Spirit gave me the desire.

Why did I bother?
Why did I back down?
It would make the Spirit frown.