break it down, stream of rhema, bastille storms

break it down, stream of rhema, bastille storms

A Poem by RuseInex

my heart beats to the rhythm, the beat of the cursor on my screen

i am not ambivalent to the inward stream, rhema thought

look down below, those that rule the world 

by war and vice for wrongful gotten wealth,

by hook or crook forced above those 

that love the earth and peace

love its creatures small and great and marvelous 

in the rainbow light of the star called sun

named proclaimed as good by children of the light

lights our eyes like a brilliant lamp,

makes the flowers grow

the bees and insects, their multi colored glows

delight children's eyes in the niche's filled with peace

the rays into thankful hearts fully overfill

break into amazing song melody profound


stumblers in the dark crafting every whim steal from the child

harm in secret plotted wiles, think that they're alive, but dead

filled with dread when the song hits their ears

bondage to a king usurper, lord of flies, father of all lies


he came in wondrous secret, shared his truth with many

seemed weak when crucified then died

housed in mortal flesh, other world,

heaven portal spirit essence divine

laid willingly down, sacrifice of self,

let the lord of darkest blind underneath his vile nose

ransom lay, price be paid, captive bondage lambs set free

wolf bayed then howled in a fit, outwit by the king of glory


let him rage, brought it on himself

his poison fruit of Eden's tree,

the antidote is free

the rescuer, white beret, warrior soldier, prince of peace

his drops of purest blood covers every pore

the veil between is torn out of the way

the poison's fruit effect is neutralized, fully clothed

the spirit born ethereal this way will forever last

neither is destructible, is not touchable by the beast

whose claw and bite cannot hold though he tear the flesh


iron pure is strong, but it rusts

its density supremely thick are no match

but for corrupted bone and flesh transformed incorruptible

to be remade in another image

of the one who broke free of death's grip

back from from the dead,

walks and talks through the iron walls and gates

leads the way, said,

believe in me through the portal of darkest death"

i'll do the same for you if you do

come here, into the light for your mind and soul

into my coming kingdom

believe in truth not the lies of the lord of flies,

twists things turns them upside down


it will be dark for a long time all hell will break on earth

final pangs of death

the lord of flies knows it's true, does fight perplexed

with a rabid dog you cannot ever reason, you'll be torn to bits

just ask the ones who passed from death to life in the lion's den

will fight the hardest at the time before the final dawn's rebirth

sees those released from his grip,

less there be for his murderous ire

his ticket is reserved for the lake of fire


see the signs? filled with wonder in the skies,

on the ground hear the news, subtle,

quiet now, hard through the din

fear not, i'm with you to the age's end

© 2016 RuseInex


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Added on November 3, 2016
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RuseInex
RuseInex

Fresno, CA



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I was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..

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