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I Can Win the War Without Destroying the World

I have been reluctant to write this poem Because I don't want to disappoint anyone from going to heaven I have been reluctant to write this poem Because it has been a heavy burden Yesterday a little past noon I felt very tired and weary from sleep deprivation My computer was playing me for a fool and everything I do was not going through It felt as if someone was literally on my computer monitoring my activities and prevent me from accomplishing anything Everything was so slow and I did not know which way to go I spend hours working on something and error messages kept popping in I did not have anyone to share my frustration I could smell coffee brewing in the cold and my patient was getting old before the big show I took out a comforter from the closet and placed my pillow on the carpet I have not been sleeping of late because the feds have infiltrate my meeting I can see them everywhere interfering with the children Some of them have no manners they feel as if they are owners They just walk in and take over Then they mess up everything I am not a day sleeper neither am I anyone's door keeper I have never applied for a government job because I don't want to be sad I am feeling so overwhelmed trying so hard to fend for myself But the more I try The more they are forcing me away They are still hiding in the background You just see things happening and you don't have explanation for anything I see activities all around but I don't know what is going on I have stopped thinking about these things and allow the holy spirit to handle everything I wander off in a long doze I was sound asleep with my eyes closed and my spirit led me straight to the white house I have never been to the white house before except for when the Russians entered from the East Wing That night I could see everything in a vision that was bold and grim I barged right through the iron door and start moving around the rooms and I could sense that the end was coming soon There were sheets covering, tables and all the furniture The floors were covered too and no one could pass through I walked passed a little exhibition at the side and walked up a little ramp I couldn't make out the names of the artist work on display because it was getting late People were busy moving around and others were going in and out And many women in white were standing in long lines I left the White-house and when to bigger place with many big doors and people were moving around very quickly going to and from meetings I had my car keys in my hand but my house keys disappeared from around my neck I searched around but I could not find it I board another bus and joined a pack of people wearing white boarding a bus to the White house I have pondered this vision all day yesterday about misplacing my keys at the White-house What is this symbolism all about? This morning after finishing my work and was about to walk through the door I heard the following words shouting out "I can win without destroying the world" I walked quickly down the road and my spirit led me straight into the big cemetery I don't know what went on there but the master had something that He wanted to share I stepped over many tombstones and there it was lying flat on the ground with a carving that mark mother and another one beside it marked father No names were written on them Something else significant caught my attention Just in-front of them on a higher tomb stone The following dates were highlighted October seven eighteen eighty two and March fourteen eighteen eighty one January seven nineteen sixty and November fifth nineteen sixty four There it was in Flint Hill Cemetery These signs and symbols made me feel so uneasy Because I don't understand the message that is embedded within I wish if I could just have one day when everything is going my way and I don't have to think or pray I can win the war without destroying the world.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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