Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

Be angry not my king, O Liberty Bell and trials bring. Come forth all mighty, to know thine incarnate ring. Thine vessel mocked and tattered and scorn of those similar to me. Faith I must cling till thine vision due me part. O reward earthly and heavenly in desire of thee thou art. Uncivil branch in doubt askew, they are nothing of morning dew, but flame within the doubting judgmental heart.

Wickedness abounds in the restart - thine core unsettled of thee since freedoms dawn start. They know you through persecuting lovers and the fearful, yet they ego be. A trial or more unto we cast at ye O bane. Whereas I take my cane and much was travel with sacrificial reign.

Thine time mortified of days before becoming to society a whore, even that which unfruitful bore. Sanctity lost as creature in isolate claims. Thine purity and virtue not sought of by names. The dawn of existence and more yet repeat, to shine a glow to mystical feet. Soul of one, conscience of all, stand tall through we, though discriminated or unworthy be many to me.

Let them if so merciful from me be who claim thee and bow their knee not at mockery. Of idol set in man or relic, to stone alone, we all in spirit must atone.

I sought great my worth, a treasure store till I could stand not but vain in more. They know thou art and truly try to break ye. Asunder yield, true life not forsake ye. Principles of earthly, powers not corrupt thee compared to me. O mortified loss of trinity. Thou peace inherit me. It is not my deserving destiny. Yet of thine will, argue ye my sanity.

To be a like a dog in heat or beaten and trodden upon by coward actions of traitorous bliss. Attackers and accusers who slander at their best are worse than beast carnivorous. Ego shine and prowl during a moonlight to also wail and howl letting out its deepness breath to exert without meaning and not intentions to commit a scowl. Of those who flock a freedom declare, passion mist from worse fill the air.

Within nothing but a shell they act, uncivil and justified. To thine chances they retract. It is not my business in their affair, yet the corrupt accuse first in groups, making it of singularity thine. It is not to proclaim but also mine fault if issue continued after warning be and not seen. Far and wide and in between - the isolate stance of those who rather rage and be heathen with brutal wine that dine.

Even if tempted by the sweetest frame, there is glory in your name. To understand not its manifestos power. But the need to help a will and more rest within each hour. My temperament to be calm settled thin there is surely more compassion and strength than this within.

I have not lost the war and this of vile man cannot take even though the battle is not victorious along with life make. Bless those who curse and their anger and temperance cause rise, even that of slander acts a villain of multitude and more worthy eyes. As many chances as being told or given to ignore would they quit the gossip of their behavior’s way? It in the mighty stream that life is not settled even when it stays to argumentative and crowd will drive it to a craze whom also are supportive of its gaze.

O tormented who proclaim they are stronger than the lacking physical or scattered mind who in part know their judgment and speak able to commit harms. Thine of the mortified arms. When the vile and non-compassionate but judgmental are more allowed to speak and seek, what then is meek when thine way of them is also bleak? For they think they are strong together, but singularity and secular without reason they are accusative and weak.

The rod lifted high, and staff of a bust, it of its symbolism rot in history rust. Even it one needed to it crush and become whole while my alter ego and prideful way sanity hush to dust. Thine voices echo rain to my sight and ears, darkness trembles and goodness come in overdue time also with rejoicing tears. O noble and sufferer, how much era to years? Thine peace O holy master. Richness in life sanctify thine inheritance.

Nothing to the God – wealth or sacrificial, to honoring vain, or I as one but forbearance. They look for signs again to manipulate, yet at what cost, when the damage is done, and time is late. Protected is your memory, O righteous, yet the world undignified is reverse of natural way and clear conscience. Mortify my soul and make me a wicked man or sinful into a partially pure. The reason for stating - you are my grace, mercy, and a lure. Not that which is blinding or to they a blur; but is a cure.

O lasting eternal that to life’s fullness and as I fool myself for what I sought to sanity, or partially to all witnessed, I too much endure. Am I the last piece of a cursed chain who silences the evil bane? Drive me not to power or insane. For I not want strength, but to remain. I know it sounds so wrong, but in a Lord’s weakness many were strong even more than the wicked, who the insane support and doubter to accepting befall.

Thine roots firm foundation rest assured of thee. O maker with blood of natural law, and freedom aside from mankind liberty. Shalom. Each day I tell thee O my Lord, asking, though they not harm me, you have protected me. Therefore, your promise is kept with me, past my soul’s limit to an eternity. I shall expect it, and my God, thou for their sake reject it. Yet not to challenge them, you have proven me in their arguments existing and blessing of change to righteousness.

They, not the secular of us old were peaceful and your people blamed.
You know those who you have named or claimed to bring home.
Forevermore in my memory exiled by the earth for ancient they roam.

Yet those call back the dead generational, hoping they return.
Not of heredity worthy, but spirit recovered old as foundation.
Life worthless of deed's persecution and elder grudge, yet modern renew.

The younger of some elder day wiser to understand before and after me.
A Lord's memory, not mine, shall be guarded these years to be.