Journey Of Truth, and Love

I hold three magic rocks in my hand. Rolling them over and over and over. Leaving this reality behind, far behind. Scars, and broken promises from impotent beings who do not have love, and respect. A derange fantasy of God, and his power. To rid of this deceit, and addiction. False spoken words of truth, and grace. Abandon the three magic rocks for it will not bring luck a voice says to me. A loving soul will surrender at God's throne, and mercy. To sing glory in the heaven on Judgement Day. A march, and protest of victory over the enemy. The saints will rise, and the sinners will fall. The beautiful doves soaring in the sky, the golden gates will open, and God's unconditional love, and acceptance into his kingdom will reign, and be preserved forever. The three magic rocks were not meant to adorned, and cherished, but to have a prosperous, and righteous life.