Am tired of the realm that holds the feet, for I hunger for that which lifts the spirit. For my will and thoughts push my soul to a point of destruction and leaves my body in a state of decay. So take my will and make it yours and my thoughts be renewed by your words

For my flesh is deeper in pleasures of troubled waters as it dives in pool of frustrated fun and merriment. Putting asleep it’s spirit, like one who is dead and kept in a tomb of forever land. It happily screams at its death and trades in the Lords joy for happiness that holds not the strong storm of torments and the fast winds of pain.

Do not be blinded by the love of the present that you sell your future for a gold that weighs not in balance and useless to the hands as it brings to you no income nor goods, but a depth of everlasting destruction. 


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