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Life is like being a passenger on a luxury ocean liner 
 That is sails across a Sea of Turmoil.
 Passengers feel safe by putting their faith in the sturdy construction of the ship’s steel hull.
 Their senses are enveloped by the beautiful gold, silver, brass, wood that accents the interior of the ship.

There is a Spector who‘s heart is dark as black satin and as cold as an iceberg.
 Who is rarely seen by the human eye, for he stealthily move under the cloak of night,
 And dwells in the shadows by day.
 His nature is deception and violence 
 His power are death and decay
 He Rome’s and back and forth on the sea of Turmoil, stalking luxury ocean liners.
 Sometimes He will play cat and mouse games by enoying the passenger slowly picking their ship apart with rust and rot.
 Other times he will crush a ship with a title wave, 
 Or blow a ship apart by an onboard fire.
 The Spector evilly snicker when the survivor have to abandon ship and try to tread water.

The passenger try to cling on to their strange Theologies and Philosophies to keep themselves afloat.
 The Spector stirs the sea of Turmoil with his crooked finger to create great tempest to try and drowned his victims to transport them to the lake of Fire that lay beneath the Sea of Turmoil.

The passenger’s desperate out cries for help reach the ears of The King of Light.
 He send His Son by His swiftest ship 
 To rescue anyone who will receive their help.
 The Son will transport His passengers to the shores of His father’s kingdom
 Where they will be made heirs with the Son.
 They will dwell in the eternal golden city of The King of Light.

The King of light will forever remove the Spector of Darkness and His domain the Sea of Turmoil.

Writen by Stephen J. Vattimo
 July 12, 2016

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