I heard and read that Lucifer the ex-choir master left the holy of holies with one third of the angels. He led and bred a movement, a rebellion against the king of Kings through one over three of the angels.
I also heard and read that Lucifer the serpent tempted the wife of the first man with an apple. He has bred and spread his venom in the heart of the most priced creations and his surrounding. Hmmm.
This could be why there is always a fault at every turn? The government, the streets, the homes, my next door neighbor, fault filled entities! They never ever get it right. The corrupt government, the wounded streets, the broken homes, and that man that lives next door. I can't stand him nor his character.
Well, I restrain my finger. They all have their struggles. These fallen angels with the name "demons" printed behind their jerseys have ruined it all. The accidents, wars, quarrels, breakups, betrayal, malice. This world, is scarred for life! As a matter of fact nothing I do yields juicy fruits, all rotten tubers. I meet the worst of people. Egocentric, selfish, lustful, inconsiderate, vagabonding, dishonest species. I think I'm suffering from the "bad things happen to good people syndrome"..
I've searched for peace but do they still have those? Where is the love and rest or the trust and care? If u ask which I found in my selfish pocket, honest answer, none of the above. Instead all I see is hate and unrest or betrayal and hurt. The peace I eventually found were in pieces. They sure work too hard having descended so low, vandalizing the man within man gradually producing empty men. Why on earth are they so strong? Heaven cast outs, aren’t they?
Because I have forgotten. Even though light and life found way into the world again through a man who was crucified at the age of thirty three, when I open my eyes, all I see is black! I must be blind.
The truthful lies sold to me by the capitalist of the earth through this middleman called "my mind" has blinded the eyes of my heart to see the good in people, the progress in the failure, the fragments of loves buried under by years of pain, neglect and anguish. I should have known that my reality was a function of what I believed. I have focused on the limitations of darkness rather than the opportunity of light that brightens my path. I let my middleman swindle me into purchasing my thoughts based on fear, doubt, anxiety, worry and unbelief, making fantastic profit from my ignorance of the fact that only one third left heaven.
I still have two third and the Lion.
Written by Praizblaze
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