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Interview With an Angel
Angel, please tell me your name.
Gabriel
What does angel mean and what do angels do?
Angel is Greek for messenger from God. We have
several functions. We deliver messages from God to
believers and sometimes non-believers.
For example; I was tasked with delivering the greatest
message to affect the world. I told Mary she would give birth
to the savior of the world. Sometimes we intervene to
save people from themselves and we even have been tasked
with saving a whole nation or people. Think Israel. We had
the pleasure of comforting Jesus after His forty days in the
wilderness and in the Garden of Gethsemane prior to crucifixion.
Tell me what misconceptions humans have of angels.
That is a good question, one we find rather humorous.
You can tell your readers that we don’t have wings and halos
and we definitely don’t sit on clouds all day playing harps.
We do sing praises to our Lord quite often.
I hear so much about the end times. What role will
angels play.
We will accompany Jesus when He comes back and
will help Him judge the world. We will be tasked with
releasing various plaques on the earth.
That sounds pretty severe.
Well, we need to cleanse the world of sin and
that is how it will be done. I have to go, any
more questions for me?
No, thank you Mr. Gabriel
Just Gabriel. You are welcome.
*Image of Contrary To Popular Belief by Medium.
The End Times
A locomotive train chugs remote wails,
The tempest brews a calamitous stunt,
Falls of exiting steam, moist teary tails,
A structure of ills desires cured a want.
Veil vibration replaced by hissing wake,
Cataract succession cues lined motion,
Some distracted or misguided, opaque,
Soulless of no else deluged rain ocean.
Sullied countenance, mockery furthers,
Epochs and places are just meaningless,
Thoroughly isolated faced earthworms,
Constantly moving, redemption is thus.
Ejected wetness lift drips of sweat mix,
The stench of septic mortal feces foils,
Contour be less as the haunted will fix,
Worker's fast recovery spreads uncoils.
Rally cry register whispers pitch, softs,
Periodic responders aides the crushed,
Posture updated processing kickstarts,
Rancid remains, putrid folks, relief guts.
Orders of ruinous wayward verve shifts,
As shots of waterworks claim offensive,
Soapy lathered bodies recast the stiffs,
Challenging chambers took a directive.
Where'er 'twas is whate'er 'tis to be-be,
My sweatshop is done I will be obeyed,
For I am the Lord master 'tis realms me,
I give to you all of that you hath prayed.
'Tis all you lived, died for it is paradigms,
Earn that you buried a tip for end times.
2022 February 11
....I wish it never happened
On the first day of our story, the future seemed so bright
Written all over your face was a happiness and joy
Your smile was a touch to my heart which left an imprint
All the good times we had are my best memories
The end times reminds me of how you stood by me
Happiness joy and love was our fate given gift
You kissed by the book my love
Your words were a composite of love, joy happiness and strength
The look from your eyes made me strong
...But my love...
That was there up until nature fall us apart
The transformation of your code the a monster’s
Your serum lips now spitted python venom
Flame of hatred gloomed in your eyes suddenly
It was never your fault my love and will never be
Myself I blame for my unsatisfied eyes
...Collen gaga
Satan is a liar
He is the king of thieves
Stealing from us blindly
As he puts our minds at ease
We enjoy it so much
We keep coming back for more
We place the noose around our own necks
As he tightens up the cord
It's said that in the end times
What's right will look all wrong
I believe in our haste
That's what we have chanced upon
So as we're happily splashing in the cesspool
Of mans sinful disease
Do we expect that if we hold our breath
When we've had enough we'll gladly leave
Satan pours the lies on thickly
As we tread gasping for air
Holding his hand out in the gesture
Of a friend who really cares
With the other hand held behind his back
To hide his wicked deeds
Because Satan is a liar
And he is the king of thieves
Sacred are the living?
And just why would that be?
Decay, gifts a-giving!
Under the skin to see.
Light, fall fast! Soul, fly away.
Poison, work thee hard.
Sunlight in my sky, shine grey!
Crystals, bear thy shard!
Emperor of ancient world?
Best that ye revive.
Spear in warrior hands a-hurled!
No longer alive!
Doom, claim all. End Times, begin.
How else can we win?
Blanch everything, light of Sin!
Drown it all, O vin!
Wicker man and bickering mare.
Tortoise, eat the hare.
O tornado, on a tear!
Thunderstorms aren't rare...
Warp and woof. The Devil's hoof.
Gambrel, pitch and roof.
Smoke of bonfire, in a poof!
Joker, time to goof!
Hated are the days of man.
Lengthen not each span.
Clock of mankind, how you ran!
Eat, reptilian!
I was always told blood runs thicker than water.
But when you held my hand, I felt what blood has never given me.
Love.
They say it's wrong.
Unnatural, demonic, perverted.
But in my eyes,
If the church calls what this is demonic,
I see why they bow their heads for the end times.
For if love is demonic, perverted,
I too, would await the headsmen.
My being laid bare for the death of myself.
For heaven is a plane of pleasure
And in your hand,
I feel I see heaven.
Your face, the light warm against my neck.
Your laugh, my golden gate.
I will charter on,
Regale you as your soldier.
For the goodest of books leave out one story.
The story of us.
The story of me and of you.
Him and him.
His and his.
And it is the most holy of script I could write.
There is something bout' the real of God
If you don't believe at your END TIMES
You will
There's something bout' the love of Jesus
If you don't believe in, you still may receive it
and....
There is something bout' Jesus
There is something bout' Father God
Just keep on not believing, it's your choice and...
If you won't believe and receive in TIME
don't WORRY
cause EVERY KNEE
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THE SAVED
THE BRAVE
THE SINNER
THE SAINT
THOSE WILL
THOSE WON'T
THE SINNER-MAN
YES, EVEN THE KLAN
THE RICH
THE POOR
ALL DENOMINATIONS
THE SIGHTED
THE BLIND
THE WICKED
THE KIND
JUST KEEP LIVING.... AND THEN DIE
EVERY ONE WILL AND SHALL....
CONFESS WITH HIS LAST BREATH...
~praise ye the Lord MY GOD
YES I WILL
YES YOU WILL
11/06/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
End Times
Miracle Man
6/12/2023
Today, our way of life is under attack,
were threatened each day by our own doing.
Political differences are having an impact,
and Ungodly things seems were pursuing.
Socialism is rapidly claiming healthcare,
and borders are open for all sorts to come.
Violence has become a frightening affair,
and peaceful means are not the way of some.
Most who come here seek something free,
they couldn’t care less that another has paid.
Many who read this probably won’t agree,
but I truly believe that we’re being played.
I can only pray for the Lord’s soon return,
only then will all things be made whole.
The wheat will be saved and chaff will burn,
God is ready today to save a lost soul.
King James
Matthew 3:12.
“Whose fan is in his hand, and he will throughly purge his floor, and gather his wheat into the garner; but he will burn up the chaff with unquenchable fire”.
COVID-19?
What have you not heard about it?
It’s all over the place
In my face
In your face
In our faces
Only to instill fear
The fear of losing
The fear of dying
Panicking
Rushing
Fidgeting
Pacing
Unsettling
But, we have to be still
And everything became still
It seemed the air became fresher
It seemed the land was not stressed
It seemed the water was clear
It became clear
We had been destroying our environment
With all the everyday bustling
BUT that didn’t last
Because COVID-19 remains an enigma
No, it is not a figment of our imagination
It is a nuisance
An interference
And people want to break free
People want to break free from the stillness
People want to keep moving
Moving forward
Some say the end times is creeping upon us
With Floods
With Fires
With Earthquakes
Destroying lands
Killing people
COVID-19 is the signal of our earth gone bad
Because our sins have gone mad
COVID-19 is a sign that the end is near
When those who have been faithful to God
Will ascend to heaven
When those who have not been faithful to God
Will descend to hell
So, let us take heed and prepare ourselves
For the day will come when the Lord will return
And we must be prepared
So then, can we try and live in harmony with nature?
Can we try and keep it simple?
Or have we progressed so fast we do not know what it really means to be still?
COVID-19, will you come to an end
Or will you overcome the world?
Kneel at the cross
Eyes shaded from a tear
Sons and Daughters tossed
Lurking fear over famine
End times lost within doubted frost
Burned clovers from due time
Only select find the lost light
Un phased say all is fine
Count the clock for raptures sight
Bowing my heated head searching for an answer
All is coming from the one driven under
When the time comes, Golden roads await
While the unselected receive no pity
Anarchy reins over all city's
Black skies await on the next high
But sobering heat blocks the furnace
Scurry now, Gods wrath is never exhausted
Focus on the negative
Focus on the positive
All that's ever asked is why?
Liars and wires don't connect
There gambling, place your bet, roll the dice
Don't think twice
It all ends the same
Light or Dark
Pick.
Amen