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Why would a God create us?, if we never existed before, why would a God make us, limited forever more?, And why, oh why, do we die?
If God created us to be, give us a glimpse, let us see, what could be? and take it away, why oh why, what can you say!

D reams of sweet young girls
A ll dressed up in white dresses and pearls
I nnocence making white crowns for their hair
S orrow has not touched these ones so fair
I n love or not in love is the game
E ach untouched by unbearable pain
S orrow has not visited them to claim

AND

P ast innocence has been lost
O verseas thousands of white crosses
P oppies blood red decorate the fields
P eople visit the graves to kneel
I n prayer for the mass loss of young men
E very year they come to visit and tend graves of
S ervice men who were a loved one or friend

Once upon a time, long before creation , long before
indignation was a part of it all, there was no space and there
was no place, all that was, was thought and energy, a creative force
longing to be, the you and the me, that we came to be.

And with no rules or regulations,with no connotations,
with nothing to say this cannot be, we did become the
you and the me, for we are that thought and that energy.

Hear the Angels weeping
For the lost innocent souls
Killed in a wave of violence

Hear the Angels weeping
For the lost souls who
Believe in a Pro-violence Alliance

Hear the Angels weeping
For the lost souls who are unable
To stop the violence with compliance

Hear the Angels weeping
For the innocence lost to all
The children of the world

Hear the Angels weeping
For those who gave their lives
To protect the boys and girls

Hear the Angels weeping
For those who have turned their backs
To the light preferring the dark underworld

Hear the Angels weeping
As they pray for the lost souls
To turn from darkness to light unfurled

Kathy O. © February 24, 2018

as i sit in the corner of my room
crying, wailing and waiting for a miracle.
i heard a voice calling out my name.
i couldn't tell where the noise was
coming from it was everywhere
it wasn't pleasant its like its coming
from hell. hell was calling to me,
my soul needed saving
and there wasn't any one
to save it. i'm shouting and
screaming help me! help me lord!
but no one listened
no one helped. i'm just sitting there in
the dark room in the corner of my room
just me, myself and i and my shadow,
and only god knows what else.

It seems to me we are not allowed to be constantly happy,

Just when times look good, everything worked out as it should,
suddenly the world, is clear as mud,

No reason for it that I can see, just how it seems it is meant to be,

Laugh today, cry tomorrow, happiness then sorrow,

A roller coaster of emotion, that's life, life in motion!

My God, why's it so
As one year has passed by
Nothing new
Lot's of old, my reason is why!

What do they think
Why do they, impose
Brass in full clang
From the pew's they arose.

As the man pulls the rope
Over treetop, sound goe's
The call to the people
A gathering of soul.

Yet my grass has been tread
With like minded folk
Who take my concern
In their stride battered, joke.

May I please have your address
So upon I may park
A lot full of cars
They leave lines in full mark.

My God for a year
I've asked with a smile
Yellow tape, is up
Short in feet, not a mile.

I'm not real sure
Why you never complied
Your Priest asked you twice
While I only advised.

Perhaps you feel just
In your thought you display
Immunity in life



~Hmmmm, is that a learned way!?~



~Bentlee~

Down 'pon the riverside
where the gentle rhythms flow
John's dunkin' 'em for the baptisms
and all the folks dressed in whites
is smiling and hawing
'cos John, he bein' old school
puts them in real good
just like Father Cleetus
used to do with bible in one hand
and other hand straight up in the air
a lightning rod for God
be that man
for a soul caint resist
a little saving
in these parts
as the rains came down
to wash the sinners
and me and Leroy
made for shelter
But John he got his eye in
and calls unto me
for never he seen a soul
more'n need of releasin'
from the evils that a man do
than this 'un
And little Leroy's laughin'
from the bank
but I'm waist in
and John opens the good book
and says
Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked or stand in the way of sinners or sit in the seat of mockers. Psalm 1:1
Was you mocking me from the banks son?
You and that good for nuttin' sinner Leroy
Take a gulp of the good water son
And down I go
heavin' and howling
in the mighty hands of John
while on the bank
the sisters are singing
Awake my soul
and the thunder cracked
and day became night
and just as sure
the evil done left me
and a soul
that had withered
to a stick
was replenished
so surely
and John's mighty hands
done lift me from the river
and unto me he says
All flesh will see the salvation of God Luke 3:6

I know there's something more, I know that we go on, perchance in a different form,

I know there's those that trust, in a God, and they feel they must,

I know that their belief, helps them in their life, brings them relief,

I know that some don't know, don't care, where they are or where they go,

I know that some believe, that we are nothing and then we leave,

I know I will never know, who we are or where we go, until it ends,
and then hopefully, we will still be friends!

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Exposing the world
to your vile Pricks
Ejaculating luciferian serums
Corrupting our DNA.

Raping our throats
and nostrils
Searing
our consciousness

We know
what you want Satan
to defile the holy temple
of the holy body

So it shall be
in the last days
as in the days
of Noah

You desire
to be like God
but you will never
be God

God knows our very thoughts,
You are a counterfeit
You are a fraud
who lies steals and destroys

You come
to deceive
the world
with poison

You desire to control
through Luciferace tracking,
graphene Oxide,
parasites and disease

You are a parasite
and disease
to all humanity
and to all of Heaven

You are eternally
exiled from heaven
with all your
demon minions

In your hatred rath
plan destroying
anything made
in God's image

Yahweh is still on the throne
Christ has paid the ransom
and holds the keys
to Hades and hell

Your final
Destination
Because as you know
The Lamb wins!!! ©


07/12/21