The sounds around me whisper callously against my heart with a tongue that pierces through wounds and scars dividing me into pieces. Love is my only salvation.
Abandoned souls linger through an ether world in search for justice. Ghosts and demons are haunted by their past. They attack your worth not because misery loves company, but because they don’t know otherwise. How can one love who never knew love?
Anyone can be a demon. People are concerned about life after death not realizing that their life here continues just the same at death. If you are a demon in life, you’ll be a demon at death. Many future demons are my demons in the present.
We all are subject to demonic moments, where we are consumed with our possessions and tearing each other’s hearts into pieces just to satisfy a need to feel superior, a need to feel worthy of love. It is through our pain and fear does our evil consume the whispers we callously tell each other.
As I listen to the whispers designed to tear me down into the hell these spirits call home, I start to believe them. I stop believing in God, in all my own good and worth. I stop loving, and most importantly, I stop loving myself.
The world is black and white. You have good guys and bad guys like a Clint Eastwood movie. If the bad guys do not defeat you, the good guys will.
My ambition for peace keeps drowning in this world’s thirst for power. The self-righteous gods will destroy all that is pure to maintain an illusion of balance and a delusion of law. I wish I could give them my fare to the underworld so they can buy themselves a real self-esteem, but their ego would never let that happen.
If you listen carefully, you will hear them plot against you like villains in a cheesy soap opera: bad actors aching for a real career. Most cannot hear them, but you can definitely feel them like you feel a curse.
Demons persecute Christians and Christians persecute demons, thus the battle between good and evil. But I am not good or evil. I just am. I believe in He who is. We humans are above that. We were designed to be above that. Eden’s paradise was that freedom. Heaven is that freedom where sinners and heathens are invited above all the saints.
It is us against the world. Against ourselves. Against each other. The world will keep it that way because it gives them power over us. Heaven forbid we unite in the compassion of Christ, a compassion all of us naturally have buried underneath all the pain the world has bestowed upon the persecution of man.
But here, we battle for love. We cannot have peace without war. We cannot have inner peace without an internal struggle. We are attached to a world that would deform our souls to remove.
I am surrounded by sounds of division. Hatred is spewed like a possessed child in all directions in the name of some cause our emotions dictate as superior. Friendships have ended over the politics of principle, and that delusion of law turns us against each other because divided we fall. You do not deserve love because I have opinions and feelings based on ignorance and irrational fears. Whether you see that as true or not, the question is how can I make that untrue?
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