the dead lay silent.
offering themselves up as fertile soil unto the living.
we thank you, the dead.
for you do not hurt us.
you lay in silence.
in deadness.
praying for peace.
in deadness, broken hearts decompose into a rich forgiving blood.
in remembrance of the dead, we live.
sometimes ill listen to something and they go on explaining. and theyll talk about why some peeps are returning or coming to christianity. and they talk about traditionalism or this or that. its pretty simple. people are experiencing explicit demonic activity on a daily basis.
and i havent even really stepped into this thing fully yet. yet, like the prodigal son, i turned to God, and have been received by Him. totally unworthy. yet here we are.
im in my right mind more than i ever have been. and i see things more clearly than i ever have. and the madness which contained daily living is gone, or very rare, and does not last. my life circumstances have not improved. yet ive found a peace in living.
this old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house. it seems like this whole town's insane. on the thirty first floor, a gold plated door, wont keep out the Lord's burning rain.
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i stole the right to live, as if, there was, no time. i stole the eyes of God, as if, those eyes were mine. i took and did infuse, a light, that was to shine. oh, mercy! Lord, have a pity. im only travelin. i dont have, no place, to go.
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