As every day it was a very fine one,
routines were being followed by everyone.
What more choice do we have here in HELL?
It was all happiness in despair.
And this one fine morning, this very one,
on the round conference sat all the important one,
SEVEN seats were there to be filled,
FIVE was the head count TWO more to be filled.
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My heart like a desert dims dry,
Streams of tears fill my eyes.
For my pains and sufferings still I cry...
What use is endurance but why.
My life is done, my thread is run.
Ages of lachrymose I have lived under the sun .
What future there is to long ahead
When you know that you are already dead?
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Count your sins,
You're going to hell,
The devils got your number
So live your crimes well
I'm gonna be
Who I wanna be
God decided long ago
That he don't want me,
Ain't got something to lose,
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Words of no profit,
Chitchat and debate
worth no participate!
Rather saving the lost,
Edifying the synagogue.
It’s the beast works
For men to mine;
Strifes among themselves,
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Save me from myself, dear God...
And from my wretched past...
I’ve paid the ultimate penance...
In this inferno of hell ever last...
I’ve learned the important lessons...
From all my evil ways...
Give my soul some peace, dear God...
In these long and final days...
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The enemy delights on my temple, and when I feast on the world, he is the Host.
He cut off my nose in hopes that my anger would grow.
His hand clenches my liver and the other guides my tongue.
With every breath of his sweet air that I take, I deny the gift of life from my lungs.
And when I'm dead, will he be at the gates to represent me in the Lord's court in attempt to allegate?
With every step I take into the light, he fills my heels with lead.
But the Lord will make mine like Hinds' feet and rebuke the Devil's tread.
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I taught you to think, to attain your clever.
I gave you the greater, the power, the pleasures.
I am the prince of this world and a god of freedom.
I bestow unto you, your riches and values, your own arboretums.
Pointing fingers and slack-less triggers.
How is the blame mine when you are the sinners?
Struck by the heel that I breathed liberty into.
Only fools long deliverance for a decision irrevocably due.
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True quiet is the absence of buzzing currents and daily converses.
True rest is the holiday of the hissing serpent and his deterrence.
Where there is mankind, there is busyness and ill-observance.
Where there is quiet and rest, may you hear His avers and discernments.
Sunday 17 December 2023
The Devil visited my room last night.
He preyed on my breath.
But my mind wandered its palace.
He wanders my palace some nights.
Sunday 21 August 2022
“Darkness does embalm;
All things, getting calm,
Produce an eerie feeling;
Can it serve with a healing?”
“Aye, aye, sure, sure!
Such feelings do us lure,
To approach its end.”
“Can we reach, my friend?
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