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On that same night I will pass through Egypt and strike down every firstborn of both people and animals, and I will bring judgment on all the gods of Egypt. I am the Lord. The blood will be a sign for you on the houses where you are, and when I see the blood, I will pass over you. No destructive plague will touch you when I strike Egypt.
Exodus 12:12?-?13 NIV
In a night when all where doing
As they please came judgement
Except those who covered their door
With lambs blood without blemish or defect
To protect their firstborn from plague
To see in this time the blood of these lambs
Separated the firstborn from within a house
To those outside the house.
Now, by the grace of Jesus poured out blood
The most pure without sin to please God
Has given us a way
By, this blood to separate
The firstborn of Adam man of flesh
Unto birth of the divine promise
Within these walls that only Christ
Can circumcise firstborn
That one might bring God a smile
To bring glory to His Son
And purpose that we might know Him
Jesus answered, “Very truly I tell you, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless they are born of water and the Spirit. Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit.
John 3:5?-?6 NIV
but with the precious blood of Christ, a lamb without blemish or defect. He was chosen before the creation of the world, but was revealed in these last times for your sake.
1 Peter 1:19?-?20 NIV
His son by the slave woman was born according to the flesh, but his son by the free woman was born as the result of a divine promise.
Galatians 4:23 NIV
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Written By: D. Collins 5/23/20
I once knew a Goddess, who gave me super human strength.
I've not had that kind of power in me ever since.
If I could reclaim that, which made me so strong.
I would seek repentance for all that I've done wrong.
I once knew a Goddess. who was beautiful, black, and pure.
The answer to all illness, even the broken hearted cure.
A fix for imperfections, and all my major flaws.
The Goddess I once knew, is what I'm telling ya'll.
I once knew a Goddess, who was so clean and pristine.
Not a blemish on her body, that had a problem with me.
She was Ill-Na-Na, plus ten times that.
I once knew a Goddess, unbelievably P-H-A-T.
I once knew a Goddess for over seventeen years.
One who gave me the power, to strike down all my fears.
Ever since then, I have not been the same man.
And, to have that again, I will do everything I can.
I once knew a Goddess who dawned a golden crown.
Reached out and picked people up, when they had fallen down.
That was the best thing I had ever experienced.
She made me a man, and gave me true deliverance.
Not many people can say, that I am so fortunate.
However, it was so enlightening that I will never forget.
I once knew a Goddess, that never brought dismay.
She gave me courage to stand tall, even to this day.
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Now things started to become clear,
Both Alahsar and Salahmar in the same space,
One would find Victory, the other, leave this place,
light and dark in the eternal battle.
Alahsar, of God's light,
Salahmar, of dark's evil joys,
which of them would wane away?
Devil's fear, or Heaven's glory.
For Alahsar, the city of light,
mortals, their lives laying down,
numbers falling as Algahrs push forward,
is this the end of light, hearts filled with hate.
From the golden gates a mighty moving,
women, they come forth with speed,
hate filled eyes and trembling cries,
yelling out their cry of war.
Still the foe were many more,
the Algahrs always to the front,
mightily they begin their push,
the might of dark within each beast.
Too hold the foe would take great strength,
strength was fading, ebbing away,
the Algahrs now did mighty push,
death and destruction on Badicha lay.
Still mortals stood, though blood did flow,
man and woman, power decreasing,
children watch from mighty walls,
as parents and friends meet their end.
Dark Man fighting, vengeance dear,
Warrior Queen spreading fear,
the bloodiest scene before the gates,
blood for blood,by sorrow's river.
Utamol, with almost life of own,
cutting, slicing, stabbing home,
Dark Man with his awesome grace,
Sends evil from this land of light.
Warrior Queen with power and speed,
destroying all this evil seed,
cries of pain are everywhere,
so many lost, their dead eyes stare.
On the plain great dust clouds rising,
screams of mortals and beasts fill the air,
lightning flashing, thunder crashing,
onward the struggle of life goes on.
Within the heart of living terror,
weapons crashing, teeth a-gnashing,
will miracle come to Badicha?
Shall mortals halt their slow retreat?
Alahsar's own are falling back,
dead and dying are underfoot,
now mortals they must hold the foe,
forward warriors, toe to toe.
No battle ranks or strategy to follow,
Hold position and strike down the foe,
Dark Man now in heat of battle,
Arlaghs feel the hate of Utamol.
In this time before time,
sorrow's song, the last song to be sung?
Strike with rage, power and might,
Become battle Gods, the power of light.
Cry goes up, "Walk in the light,"
the arms are weary, still fight for life,
still the battle crashes on,
what end shall be, before the dawn.
To Be Concluded..........
Oh My Father in Heaven,
Lord and Master of all You survey,
My Suzerain,
Lord of my life and my death,
Hear my prayer.
I beseech Thee, look down upon Thy People with forgiveness.
Know that we still turn to Thee daily in prayer.
Not only do we ask for Thy help and Thy blessings Oh My Father.
There are still those of us who honor Thee.
We still look up to Thee in awe and wonder at Thine omnipotence.
It was Thy hand which created all things both seen and unseen.
Our world and all things in it which make life possible was first born in the Mighty Mind of God;
And He said, "Let it be thus.", and it was so.
The ocean in it's vast magnificence, the mountains in all their splendor, the valleys in all their beauty, the forests in all their wonder, all bespeak the unfathomable might, gentle power and love of The Living God.
I look upon the universe, how each planet is so delicately balanced in it's solar system and I am amazed by it's intricacies, vastness, beauty and mystery.
It dizzys me and I am humbled before Thee.
All creation screams the existence of an all powerful Being who loves us.
Yet there are those who deny this and become insensate at the mere mention of Thy Holy Name.
Know, Oh Father that there are still those of us who know this and speak this with passion and love.
Reach out to us now Oh Father, God Of All Things, and save us and protect our rights and freedom to worship Thee openly.
Let those who rise up against Thee receive the full force of Thy wrath.
Let them see what happens to those who defy The Almighty One who commands the winds and the seas and hung the lights in the sky.
Strike down Thy enemies and the enemies of Thy People with Thy right hand as with Thy left hand Thou dost shield Thy People from all harm.
Let the ways of the wicked fall back upon them and let the innocent no longer suffer the afflictions of cruel masters and rulers who deal death and destruction.
Let Thy wings shelter those who are Thine and let us forever dwell in Thy shadow.
Amen
Ash's afterlife, another elliptical ride behind the climb.
A course of strife, cursed by the past, forward in time.
The wanderer of worlds step aside the tracks onto paths laid over tombs,
Malevolent and malformed, misconstrued by literature words consumed.
Daylight that's not bright it's more like night without the empty space,
Moon bright is more likely to shroud facial features cast still in it`s place.
Grounded in roots, the symmetry decimates everything in chaos and in torment.
Laid out on the coals, a pure burn inside the mind that cannot awaken up the dormant.
Overlapped, nailed below the floor, wood barrier for the corpse'o.
Strike down the angel arc in lightning karma fire towards the torso.
And still I hate your face as well as your ways,
As before and afterward and eternal and always.
You disgusting being I daydream you misery.
I like to go to the sea sometimes,
and listen to its roar.
With crashing waves of blue and white,
with commands to attack the shore.
These waves that carry, their foamy white helmets,
Come in outstanding numbers, to attack yellow velvets.
An ancient battle, against sea and land,
The roaring sea, has the better hand.
Looking past, this battle of old,
We get to see, an ocean so bold.
A glorious array, of shimmering blues,
The sea and sky, together they ooze.
The deep blue ocean, with ribbons of gold,
A gift from the sun, with rays so bold.
It’s peaceful to see, when away from land,
And take in colours, on a boat you’d stand.
As we go in the depth, of an ocean so big,
We see the barnacles, under a rig,
And boats that fly, above our heads,
In a world so strange, our imagination spreads.
To depths we’ve never been before,
An underwater world, with conquered floors.
The yellow velvet, that lies underneath,
Of conquered lands, now a coral reef.
How beautiful it is, a world of peace,
A place where man, their existence would cease.
We sink and sink, to emerald green,
With rays of light, to show the unseen.
The lightning bolts, of curious light,
Strike down and through, with a courageous might.
Again however, the water will win,
As light will fade, and rays grow thin.
The vivid reds, and the bold dark blues,
The emerald greens, which seamlessly fuse.
Bubbles from the dark deep, slowly arise high,
Where a honeycomb sun, penetrates from the sky.
The bubbles light up, like a golden sun high,
Filling my eyes, to an underwater night sky.
Like the starry night, by Van Gogh himself,
A wondrous sight, in its glorious self.
I remember the rumble
It seemed so distant at first, a whisper in this urban jungle
No one seemed to notice it
There was no proof,no broken glass, no fires lit
I remember the sound of it
It was like a earthquake that moved the entire continent of consciousness
While keeping everything in place
Our morals and ethics drifted further away
As we ran our rat race
I remember the thought of it
The pocket watch of tension winding us up
Unable to see who it is winding
People begin to shout, act out, and cut up
As if they were out of timing
I remember the feeling of it
Bit by bit we became disjointed from one another
No longer anointed, we quickly moved to strike down a brother
A sister, a mother, a child. We forever will walk that green mile
Yet somehow do it all with an Instagram smile
I remember the taste of it
Hypocritically bitter with a hint of lemon
As the clean rights of women get trampled and hidden
Plato's guardians only protect themselves
Those of the wealthy and those who will never tell
I remember the smell of it
Was that tear gas, a train crash, or just normal pollution?
We smell our bottled water before we drink it, hoping its the solution
Like paper mache plaster on this ecological disaster we call home
If we pay enough money, maybe we can live in a dome
I remember the sight of it
Now undeniable, issues too big to make just one liable
Its too big to fail, but not fair enough to be viable
Violence is common language, truth is in disrepair
Illusion tasty like candy, vying to be our next heir
Yet I remember
At first they came for them, and we said nothing
We became divided and chided the idea of one house of something
Where everyone is community, strangers and enemies too
All we have left now is fragments of the new rule
And the rumble. Can you hear it?
When I caught a glimpse of you,
I envisioned our future together.
Your beauty shined brighter
Than the stair gates to heaven
I get intoxicated when I look
Into your bright and hazelnut eyes.
Your hair glides so effortlessly
Like my pen’s ink on this page
My body is meaningless compared
To the blessings your soul brings.
Just your presence is enough for
God to recognize you as his own
Your lips give me strength to continue on
When I’m down and my core beaten
Your words uplift me from the wreckage
I am unstoppable with you by my side
Throughout Heaven Earth and Hell
Nothing will stop me from living an
Eternity with you and your comparison
I would strike down the Devil for it.
No grand reward can derange me
From finding your love.
Don't Give Up
Trust The lesson
Breathe
Thankyou B, or your insightful lines
As I try to strike, down the lane of an unexpected illness
this body gets knocked down from time to time
I breathe the breath of God and fill my lungs with hope,
needing to trust this lesson on hand, I learn to cope.
Giving up was never an option, from the very start
courage and resourceful, I cannot buy at Walmart
I know I have Angels by my side night and day
watching everything I do and say;
This morning the windows of my soul are wide open
as I breathe in and out love caresses me and heals
My spinal cord is turning into a strong willful rod,
I do my best, then leave the rest to God...
By: Mystic Rose
Love you B,
A frigid landscape casts a bitter pall
over a barren nation of weary souls
imprisoned and laden under a regime
of hammer and sickle, numb and cold.
Regimented are the eyes of oppression
unblinking, endlessly watching
scrutinizing, searching, ever searching
grinding down the will, receding hope.
The slow wheel of the gristmill turns
burden of stone, its authority crushes
the spirit. Who can break this
massive millstone, treading over
the tormented masses?
A desperate angst arises to rid the
wretched bile that contaminates the land
strike down the carnivorous bear
and with sheer will and determination
break the terrible gristmill of tyranny.
Written on 5/22/2018