Reprogrammed

      Unfortunate event’s have recently unfolded before me causing a chain reaction of disaster to fall upon the wake of this hideous discovery. (If you cannot tell by this first sentence, I have quite strong and very negative thoughts of this subject.) Before I reveal the identity of the vigilantly behind these horrendous actions I have something to say. At this moment I am at the end of a journey, one that I wish I had never embarked on. The presence of the Evil One and the lack of Holly Light around me has caused my life to completely change. For all of you who read this, you are more than likely stronger than I. I am a weak disappointment, I am ashamed to look at my own reflection. What I thought and stood upon so steadily before embarking on this quest has been repetitively broken down, changed, and reformed. It is a sad day when your strongest beliefs are strangers…

      When you look at me, what did you see. Can you remember what you saw in me? Can you still hear the words my eye’s would whisper to you? It has been some time since your eyes gazed in mine, is it what it was before. I look in the dark water, and a demon glares back to me. Snarling it leaps from the calm and attacks me. The only thing that I recognize in this thing is it’s eyes. For we share the same darkness within, a darkness that has not been present in my eyes for a long time. For two month’s I have been out numbered seven thousand to one, and I have been bested. Bused and bloodied, beaten and bested. I am but a limp heap of what I once has been. These thugs from Hell have drilled into my mind, these thugs from Hell have taken control of my mind. I am sprinting down a path of destruction, blindly running away. They are herding me like cattle, to a fiery slaughter.

      If you are to look deep inside of yourself, as I am doing to myself. Deep deep down where the core of your being is, you will find your soul. In this protected place Holy Light is the Law, and all criminal’s are banished away. When Holy Light reigns strong all is peaceful, and the soul is filled with love and joy. But the criminal’s wish to gain control of the soul. The demon’s, or criminal’s, do everything that they can to dig there dark claws into the love of the soul and capture it for there own. I tell you this because my soul is in the claw’s of a dark demon. One which is leading the others, a demon of my past. I know nothing of it’s origin, nor of it’s evils in my early life, but I recognize it well of recent years. This is the demon of which I saw in the dark waters. While all the others hold me down, it has been mutilating my core, changing my very foundation into what it was when he was in control. Struggle as I may, and though I fight with all that is within me, it is not enough. The constant fighting has outlasted my own stamina, and I am at a deadly impasse, one which seems imposable to escape.

     I can see in the distance, bright wing’s streaming to me. At the sight of my possible escape all of the demons have become enraged and have begun a rabid outburst of anger and fury. Now that there is a chance of my survival, I am being torn apart violently and without mercy. Barely living I have found it to be true, that it really is darkest before the dawn. But what does the new day bring? When the bright wings come to carry me away from this evil place, will I still be able to leave or will it be to late to save me? Please do not miss interpret my words for confusion in this matter is of no use. I am fighting still, and I never have stopped. I have trudged on to the end of the battle field and back, and never stopped. What I me to say to you is that it has been so long, and my campaign so destructive, that I have grown weak and tired beyond recovery while still on this dark and evil battle field. And yet I still fight, and still die.

     I can see the wings approaching, my tour of battle is finally coming to a close, my campaign of torture and death will finally be left behind. I will be returning to a place of healing, and a place of hope. Though even when the bright wings lower me down I will still need to fight, I will not be alone. Long has it been since there was the shoulder of a fellow soldier to lean on, and I may not recognize its purpose. Comrades please listen, for my voice may not be able to tell this twice. Please be prepared, for I need you more than ever. I have been beaten so badly, and tortured so constantly, that I can no longer recognise my own soul or my own core anymore. I come to you broken and bleeding, and this is what I beg of you. Take me to the infirmary and stitch me up. Bring me to the place of healing and let me be healed. Too long has it been since I opened my eyes and saw Holy Light. Too long has it been since I saw a reflection of myself. When I return, I do not expect you to recognize me. When one is tortured for so long they become a mutinous creature, not man, not animal, yet both. Please take pity on me. Bring me to a place of healing, I am tasting death as I speak these final words. Don’t let the demons take me. Don’t let this evil of the past rule unchallenged. You know who I was when I left, do not let me die out here. Please save me… Please save me dear brother’s…

When the Trumpet Sounds

Arise! Arise! Our day has come!

     From this moment forth we are no longer just men, but soldiers! And on this day we come forth and ride head first into glorious battle! Before this moment you were all just mear children, but now a new worrier has been placed in that child’s stead. Come my mighty soldiers, for our time is now! We must make a great plunge into what great battle lies before us! The road is dark and many will be wounded, but the prize is great. Do you not want to see salvation on the land that was given to us? This world was made for us all and it is high time that we choose to take it! Come now great soldier, and fight with me, we have traveled so far and the time is now for us to strike! Wait no longer, for we must make posthaste, the sooner we begin our trails to great victory the sooner that she will be ours! We cannot afford to wait any longer to reap this great bounty!
     So my dear brothers let us rise up! The revolution has begun, and we are still waiting! When the trumpet first sounds let us rush into battle! Alone we never accomplished anything, but together we are strong and nothing can hold us back! Rapid and violent we shall be for no evil will withstand our might! Be ready always, for even now our adversaries plague the land shedding blood mercilessly. We mustn’t let their reign of tyranny hold for any longer! Rise up my brothers! Rise up and greet the revolution with the clash of your swords and the sounds of your hearts!
     Be quiet now, for there is something in the distance… I hear a noise… But what could it be?… Alas, Greatness comes, it is growing louder… Can you not hear it?… I know it now!… I hear it so clear! It is the sound of the trumpet! Great and mighty, holy and just, our trumpet sounds with the call to our lives! Our mission begins lads! Let us not waste a breath more! You hear it too, the sound of oncoming victory! Remember this moment for all of your days! This is the moment when you understand what you are to do! We are at war gentlemen, and we mustn’t leave a heart beat behind! Rise up with all that is in you! For a great and glorious day is hear! You know what it is you must do and it is now your time to do it. Rise up and trust in your training, it will guild you through all that you face! You know your mission, now go out and finish the fight and bring glorious victory to all of us. Evil has reigned for far too long, and it is time that it banished from our kingdom back to it’s wiked lands of hell to forever rot forever.

Fight Forever

     Continue trudging young one. Let the cool sand kiss your feet. I know you are tired and soft, but the battle will garden you quickly. Cast to the front, the war wages on. Though the enemy is strong, they cannot defeat us if we stand together. Though you are young, I have given you more strength than you know. At first light we will charge into battle! Stop all those who block the way. Do not become blood-drunk, for this is not a slaughter. Save the others, kill them not, yet slay that which is in them.

     It is a harder life, when you live it on the front. Fear not dear soldier, for our commander treats us well and keeps us safe. Even when the battle is hard, and even after you are wounded, remember to fight on. There are still innocents dieing out there, and they need our help. So trudge on dear comrade, for your mission has just begun. You may not know what lies ahead, but we will make it through. You are tired but don’t let down your guard. There are many who want to steal you away from our ranks.

     Though you are hurt, the pain will pay off. Think of the others, and what they live with. Isn’t that worth bleeding for, isn’t that worth dieing for? I will die one hundred times for a stranger, and never regret, so what will we do than for someone close? After you win the battle over your own pain, you can win the battle over someone elses. After you begin this fight, you can never stop fighting.

      We are soldiers and we fight. The more you battle the greater your strength, and the greater your strength teh more you will battle. Never stop solder’s, for the suffering continues! Join me and defeat these terrorizing scoundrals! There rein must end, let us bring a brute and violent stop to their grip on our people!

Bleeding Out

     I have been struck. A blade of the past has curved to me and I did not dodge it. Sliced open are two deep cut on my chest, some I have not seen for a while. They are not upon my fleash but upon my soul. Oh dear Captain, how could this be? I swore an oath to you and yet I have sunk in up to my knee’s. I don’t feel your embrace as of now, and I do not embrace myself. You forgive me, but I am so ashamed I do not forgive myself. How could I let this happen, I thought that I was stronger.
     Oh dear comrades, wear have you gone? I am alone to fight; and now as I bleed, perhaps to die. You helped me up once before, but now I stand alone. Only the memories of you stay by my side. When I choose to embark on this campaign I did not know the struggle would be so. It has overpowered me, and I stood by and watched. I pray for strength, for I used so much of what I had to pull the dagger from my side. Though it may not appear it, I am no more than a bug. This is what I see in the mirror, a speck of life lost in the vast space of the world.
      Pray for me, every and all of you. This is my plea. My mission now is lonely and I have begun to grow weary. There is so much left that I must do, and I am already loosing more than my steam. I am learning a troubling lesson. A lone soldier is not enough to stop Satin. I rummage through the land, looking for more of our kind. It seems that I have found myself in a place where none acknowledge the Lord. Even I am fearful with so many enemies lurking. Picking myself up I see how hard it is. I finally am realizing how much you all have carried me.
      My blade is blunt, and my shield is splintered. My armor grows heavier, with so little left in me I must pull even more. Only our Commander still stands, and I am having trouble seeing him. My blood has covered my eyes, and it limits my sight. Swinging wildly I feel myself drifting from the path. I am staggering to my feet, but I feel so lost. All of you, my dearest comrades, were recently rekindled. Your flame burns so brightly that I see it in the night sky. I see the path, but I need more strength so that I may stay on it. Use your fire to help ignite mine. I want to survive this dark trial, and it is a long road ahead. Please pray for me dear comrades. I am becoming lost in this strange land…

Land of Temtation

     This is not a poetic and inspiring piece of mine, this is what I feel now through the words that I am told to say. This my not appear to be as glorifying as some of my other pieces, yet know this. I am telling you my current story now; I am not perfect and I am not strong enough to do this on my own.   

Please Pray for me, so that I may have strength to fight to stay alive and save those around me…..  

   A new place that I have begun to call home has lied to me from the start. As I do my best to follow the righteouspath I find myself straying off, even though slightly, more and more. Satin’s grip is strong on this place, and his claws have begun to sink into my sides. I fight with all I have, reluctant to call for help since I am so ashamed. I know how to get out but am not willing to lose what little I have here. There is little for me to hold on to and I feel myself slipping. The Temptor has found weaknesses of mine, and is targeting them so he can hold me back. Everything is just so new and strange, I have yet to find a way to fight back in a place that my old weapons do not work. How am I to stay on the path and bring others to it if I have no way of relating to them? The Lord gives me strength, but only if I ask and I am stubborn.
      My comrades of my past cannot help me now, the cannot be reached for help so easily, and even then they know not of my situation. I am being torn, staying on the path without the slightest weave away, or walking off the path to get closer to those not on it. If I never leave the path then I feel that I will never be able to reach out to others to carry them onto the path with me. If I leave the path then I will be able to grab hold of them, yet at the same time I will have to carry them farther to return to the path. Though I can be very transparent, I do not want them to be scared away.
     I feel as if I cannot complete both of my tasks. One part of me screams to remain stern on the path of righteousness and another pleasethat I will take two steps away so that I can help those who are wondering in the dark. I must learn to do both, as my commanders have taught me, as they still continue to. I do not have all of the information for my mission, so I am scared of what I may find. As I reach out to them I may only push them that much farther away. My greatest fear is not completing this task of which I have been given. It is all or nothing, and only the result matters. Will I make it to the end? Is this goodbye?

Violent Man Prayer Part III

To my dearest brothers,
     Too long have we watched on the sidelines. Or do you not see? Haven’t you noticed the dieing people around you? I ask you to open your eyes and see the world as I can, for you will not understand if you haven’t yet seen the world. Now listen closely and see what I see…
   

      All around us people, even the closest of friends, are being stoned to death. Their tormentors are unrecognisable and unknown to us. With a closer look you see the face of the tormentors, who shoot pain right back at you. They are demons, and they once stoned you as well. Look back at the poor person, though they are oblivious to what is happening they are slowly slipping into a dark and painful death. Who are you to stand by and watch these events unfold?
   One stands by the man who is being stoned, but the man does not receiveor even acknowledge the One. The One is Jesus, and he is standing alone, wanting to protect the man. Since the man doesnt know Jesus he runs from him too, being followed by the demons. With a closer look at the man you see him for the first time up close, he is your best friend. Look around you in your every day life. How many people around you are being tortured? How many don’t see their protector or run from him? The reason that you are not be treated this way by the demon’s is that you are protected. They recognize you, and even though they do not know what it is that is going out they ask for your help, silently or aloud they cry to you. What will you do?

    Now you have seen the world as I do, now you can hear my cry to you. I beg that you listen closely for if you do not then all the people around you will fall. If you do not head my words, you or those placed around you will have no hope. It has been placed upon us to help these suffering lost souls. It is even written that though all of these people are weak we must be strong. These are times of trouble and if we do not do anything than we are all doomed.  “If you falter in a time of trouble, how small is your strength! Rescue those being led away to death; hold back those staggering toward slaughter. If you say, ‘But we knew nothing about this,’ does not he who weighs the heart perceive it? Does not he who guards your life know it? Will he not repay everyone according to what they have done?”   -Proverbs 24:10-12

     Now unite Brothers! It is written that we must help all these people! Rise up and prove your worth to the Father. He loves you no matter what, but make him proud of you on this day. Rise up with me brothers. They do not see the one who can trulyprotect them but they see us! No more will this stand! No more can we allow them to be treated so! Show me your strength, show me your worth! We must create a mighty road-block between the demons and the loved ones around us. With Jesus in front and the tortured in back we will fight the demons. We cannot lose, for he is on our side! What is it that you have to fear if the Lord our God is on our side? The world holds tight to these people, let us shake the foundations of this stronghold as the mighty trumpets shook the great city of Jericho! Rise up Brothers! Rise up now and fight!

Violent Man Prayer Part II

We are those of the water. Soaked in forgiveness we look upon those we once allied with and laugh. “What fools we were to follow their ways, don’t the people see how much better it is on this side of the battle ground?” The grass is greener here and all men are happier, merrier, and wealthier; but not in money, possessions, or worldly things; but in Holy Light.

We are those who blossom, spreading our ways all around to those who need. Tender like the flower but powerful like the sword, we can heal all those who are hurt yet we choose not only this cause but to also protect them with the might of the sword.

We are those who fight, a life draining vice of darkness clings to so many. It is up to us to stop it. We have been released by a shinning knight, who has trained us in the ways of combat through light. Newly armored we set out upon the earth to fight ‘till death, we follow our Lord Knight to all the other prisoners, freeing them and teaching them what we have learned.

 

Look around you, can you see? The strongest of me weep on their knees. What is it that brings them to such a state? To make such men cry out loving please?

The power of three in one binds them where ever they may be. It does not force them to bow, nor to beg as they do. This power is actually holding them up, and is a glorious shoulder to lean and weep upon.

Where else have you ever seen so many see past gender, race, status, or any other separating factor? What does it take to find such a group who are so steady yet so dedicated?

Slipping quickly is a grip of death. Shadowy claws tear away at the flesh of men. The pain they cause is intolerable, and sends regret, pain and all darkness to flood their minds.

They lose all purpose and ability as the super power approaches. Fleeing from the Light the claws quickly die. This is the power that the men embrace. Power that can destroy all evil that grips the men, none understand how this happens yet it always will. This is the true power. The power of Three in One.

Violent Man Prayer Part I

          There is a way of life that they never knew; I want to be the one that shows them what that life can bring. I am not perfect, and no one is, but I want to be. It is written that any yoke they carry, you will take. Let me be the one to show them how to let go.  You took my life, and I’m the one who gave it to you. I have been a neglectful servant. And now I will fight.

Hell hath no furry, so what fire can others bring unto me? I have burned for a thousand days, and you put the fire out. They have been set aflame, now we must drench them with your holly waters. I will take your hand, point in a direction and I will go. Let me not falter for the enemy does not. You beat him before; now let me begin revolution to oppose him again and shake him from his stronghold of this world.

Let the Revolution Begin! Liberation is near, we will fight and we will never stop. The creator wants to be with the created. He is our Shepard, and we the sheepdogs. As we guild our sheep home, where the sick will be cured, where the Shepard waits. We must not rest until our task is done.

The wolves prowl day and night. The sheep are defenseless without us. We are stronger than the wolf, and the Shepard strikes the wolf down with just one blow of his staff. Now we must bear our teeth and let them sink into the wolf. Like poison to the wolves the word kills them like an almighty toxin.

The darkest of days is coming, and we mustn’t let the sheep go unforgotten. A storm is brewing and as the rain falls, the tears of the Shepard fall faster. He weeps for all the lost sheep, the ones that we let alone. He has sorrow for these, yet weeps in gratitude for us and all the sheep we kept safe and found in the dark night.

We have made him proud, we are his trusted sheepdogs. We fought the wolves constantly, and have come back home. Now our Shepard brings us to his Father’s mansion, and to his proud Father, who looks upon us with joy for we served him and did not falter.

If we want to return to the proud home, we must work. Bite the wolf and keep fighting no matter how badly we are injured.

Go now and find the sheep. Bring the flock home, and let them become sheepdogs as well. We cannot let this anguish rule, or this pain sustain its grip on the sheep. Let us find all of our sheep, heal them through us dear Shepard. An on that dark day, Let us all go back to the proud Father and his mansion home where we all belong.

Heavy Heavy, Hush Hush

When the fire falls and shadows come, who will stand? Who has already fallen and who will? In these troubled days, soldiers roam ramped and unchallenged, spreading their ternary across the globe. Now, when their power is greater than ever before, is the time when we will fight. Dormant for so long we have forgotten the touch of the sword, and the kiss or great persecution. The weak and cowardly of our campaign will quickly surrender. Only when it is one fighting many will know who is with us. Young still I am only; though I excel in every field. Soon I will embark on a mission. To find the trainees who are not yet ready for battle. We must find them so we may grant them arms, arms to begin a slaughter of themselves. Until they are defeated by the Leader of the revolution, they are useless. I bear many weapons, all of them remain sheathed. Nervous and fearful I shake in anticipation, looked down upon by the Leader with sympathy. He hands me a shinning book. He speaks words of wisdom to me,

“Get up now child, there is no reason for this. Remember that I am watching you always and I am going to fight with you. Use this for every battle, your weapons make for a good show but mine can never fail you. I am your captain, I am your king, and I am your one and only Savior. Together we will have a victory not just for us, but for all.”

Enlightened from this confrontation, I leave the safe zone following the light into a great and glorious battle. We fight side by side with shinning hearts of loving power.

The Storm

The Storm

 

 

They come rolling in like thunder,
pushing waves as they go.

Brining in pain,
from deep below.

Like an iron fist,
it slams your mind.

Smashing out every though,
everything that is kind.

Falling on your knees,
the world gets dark.

After living through so much,
you never left a mark.

As they continue the raid,
you find that you are now dead.

And out of the dark you hear a brilliant voice;
with a call to you this is what it said.

 

 

“My child why do you weep,
is there something that you fear?

Do not be afraid,
for I have always been near.

Come out now,
and let down your net.

Catch all of those,
of which I have set.

Upon this earth,
my gift to those.

 And to all whom,
I have hose.

This is your task,
and fail me not.

For I weep forever,
for all those who rot.

This is not the fire,
but you were on your way.

So go now child,
and do as I say.”

 

 

Awaken to a new found light,
so comforting and sweet.

Adore it not for you must go,
and meet all those to meet.

Then tell them of a life,
that was lived than lost.

For there is only one,
who has paid the cost.

Places to go,
joy to be had.

 There is no more room,
for that which is sad.
And all of your possessions,
you will sell.

So that you can travel,
and to all you will tell.

From the lowest lows,
to the highest heights.
The ultimate love,
of LORD JESUS CHRIST.