Manipulators, Dreams, and Pain Shall Pass

Clouds like towers, like men of power, come together and confer... They call for a storm and speak of a coming rain. These denizens of mastery manipulate our lives like pieces for play... Let only the weak of heart bow to these slave traders. Those whose' King soars high above will not tremble at their wicked bidding.

All that I've touched was only in my dreams and all that I've felt was only within me. A God of the highest power has called me to this new reality. Fear will not find my heart as its home. The dissonance of my past will no longer bare my path, but this One who I've discovered has mapped every step.

Tremors reach my mind from earthquakes in my soul. Pain for my brothers and sisters brings me to a rocky edge, and I pray for their eyes to be unveiled. May the Holy Spirit once again burn on their now dampened torches.

At the epoch of this burning maelstrom, and the steeple of a crumbling church, I write on His behalf. I am told burning has just begun. The cleansing swiftly approaches...

The manipulators, the dreams and the pain are swept away.

 

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