Redemption

My peace has been shattered, by the liar and the thief. I beg you my friend, don't let them take a part of me. Many have gone wrong; drifted off to see the saints. But sinners stood in their way and filled their mouths with empty graves. Forgive me if I am lost. I have drifted off for so long, these days aren't the same. I have changed my mind though, found new ways of staying alive. Sailing these seas, I hope I will find my way home. Loneliness became my poverty, but I have found faith in my soul (His creation), stop dreaming dreamers and live. I have built these sands, castles from my hands. Now my faith lies awake in hopeless waves.

Rain

A broken eye without a spare and a grave for me to sleep in.
For I have bathed in blood, but not in fear.
I have risen to find peace, I have risen from this place.
Never have I wanted to be enclosed with unloved, dead things.
That is not my wish, those are not my dreams.
All the Cherubs in heaven, singing to us in perfect harmony.
Painful worries, stress and anxiety set aside...
... now all things beautiful.
Breathe in life, to feel alive. Expand the lungs and exhale grace.
I have found faith in such an unholy place.
Planted a seed with patience of growth.
Blossomed hearts filled the sky, and rained down tears on our faces.
Praises and life long smiles.
An abundance of love, onwards and upwards.
I float on continuously, onwards and upwards.

Open Words

We remain silent as we draw the match, as we draw the time. We are leading ourselves into death with no truth or salvation. Come all who love, who live, who care to give. Speak brave with words, "pray for the blood before the sun". In another life... I begged God to give me life. This has become extraordinary.

Love

Love is in the heart of all living things.
It is the blood that moves throughout the body.
I have followed it to freedom.
But where freedom lasts, our hearts eventually die.
So long as my body dies, leave my blood.
Let my blood pour out of me,
as its liquids water this earth.
For where my body rests, my soul will be released and taken into His grace.
But my blood will remain, to love this world, back to life.

Me

This place, this is where the devils roam.
Searching for answers they conquer their own lives.
Heart-starving vultures, crushing their own minds.
More than money, we need compassion.
More than feeling, we just need to be felt.
Is this the very nature of living?
All of the power of the people, falling to their knees.
Faithless creatures feeding out of their own hearts.
We have been rotting out the dead for so long.
Please, listen to your faith, listen to your soul.
Is this the fear that has lifted us?
What direction are we going in, how do we live,
how do we feel, how do we believe?
Did we fight to free ourselves or to imprison our minds?
Is our soul just one thing, or nothing?
To face an oncoming army of hell,
we stand clear of love because it's all hate.
Not hate of other people, but hate of ourselves.
I promise, we are all children till we are old, but the grey cannot shake the skin we live in.
YOU. YOU are worth more than anything of this world.
You have killed yourself to a faithless culture of money,
providence, greed, self-reliance.
You are loveless, faithless, broken, feared and starved.
All the money in the world and you're still poor.
All the money in the world and it cannot buy you faith or love.

Listen, don't sell yourself to someone. Someone who tells you, "what to think or what to feel". Who treats you like cattle, a piece of machinery. These unnatural men and women who don't know how to love themselves, so they try to love you. Have true friends, not friends who come to you in aid, just to disappear when you need them the most. Ones who come to you as a companion but inwardly they are ferocious devils (Matthew 7:15). Belong more to yourself. Don't bury your soul, bury your money. Don't build a home, build a family. Don't be the church, become the church. Days soon pass, and people die. But the difference between life and death, is time.

I am 23 years old, and I have died once already.

The Fiction Become's Clear

Face it. We have been dreaming for too long. You can keep your prayers in the house, just to watch them burn. When tongues become ablaze, our screams turn into whispers. Cutting off our voice's to spill what was once red. Dripping like a cheap heat just to stop our skin from freezing. Our hearts shatter the hollowness we have kept them in. How did it come to this? "Just keep it all in." When there are no more home's to swim to, we have grown part from these waves. Suffocating to the shore line, our lives were washed away. Now the only way becomes clear, straight from The Salvation to the grave. I have found all the answers, the truth is right here. I can save every one, but no one believes me. Into the den of wolves, we march.

The Path of a Followed Idol

We have filled the earth, with nothing but disease. I sat back to watch it burn, but no match will strike. What grace is fading into the wind, if our journey has ceased to begin. No matter how vast our lives grow, the old is sinking in. The dead walks the earth in hope to never wake, we shake hands but it was only a mistake. I can speak aloud for the face in the crowd, to witness our lungs grow cold, we have wasted so much. Now the seasons change, we all let go, the years have died. Our feet sink further into the sand of sin, it wasn't our fault, we were pushed without force. I found faith when it was too late. Now my mouth is filled with deceit and now my heart sinks with sorrows.

Forgive me, I didn't know enough.
Forgive them, they followed me.