The Madness of a Madman 2

are you he? i reply, I am not he for whom you speak of. for he is the lord of lords and the king of kings. I am just a writer of sins and forgiveness. so with that I say, say all that you would say before time closes her door to me, and I am to stop writing to lay my pen down. he reply, still i pray through all my journey for I once loved your name yet now even now I can not remember and even now I can not speak of? Am I satisfied to move beyond the evil power which holds me? for hell has free me for your sake, and the sake of those people for whom I would love to be their murderer who once stain you with their hell. for my eyes still dim from the fight of you. please bear with me for this is what he said. you are now a stranger to us, before you was the difficult messenger for it's perfection you once saw moving forward to embrace you, but still there is dismay in your face, why do you journey will his will, his just will? I reply, the river mouth bring forth no new law from Elohim our father in heaven did not show himself to me. so why do you sit here on the side of this pit? is it by rights of a rightful punishment, a harsh rebuke on your body do not be amazed by me. than he yelled, your intellect, your unending road who will give birth to those men! I have been content to bow my head to sweet sorrow! for if the blood be the life, than let the blood be mine, for if my life at best be a mystery to me! I have cast shadows from me, for sure you are there, there is no love in me, I tell you the truth, where the devil children walk the earth on earthly feets, LOOK WHAT YOUR ELOHIM HAS DONE TO ME! than he reach out for me and an angel of the lord rebuke him by saying this, oh you evil know what is, place not your hand on elohim eternal writer. for in living or no breed his life is chased from you. than the angel said to me, stop writing about this evil and move on. and at once he the angel was gone, and i stop writing to place my pen down.