The 1st Gulf War Fiery-Bay, the Souls source of stay; a Dragon, or The Prince of Peace for today... A rare Blind Stinking Drunk to drown my Conscience—my deeply troubled Soul before bed, Too-Young, Too Much Power, Too much Pain, and feeling I’m in way over my head, Sick from eating Stress for Breakfast, Lunch and Diner, and now about to make a case of becoming an ultimate Sinner... I prayed for a meeting between Earth and Heaven, I was met by Christ, as Court was formed by the other 11... A courtroom with no bounds, Misty Clouds all around, Court illuminated---brightness from the faces, and the lamb, a winged Lion all covered with eyes, looks and listens---proudly sits guard - fully-unbound... Is this real or a dream, I can’t tell if it is or just the Jim Beam, did I drink too much, and fall asleep too soon, ?? Is he really there-can I touch; The view looks real--as if from a space station somewhere between the Earth, and the Blood-Red Harvest-Moon. All in place, an illuminated “Last Supper”--Court begins, I offer up an ultimate-sin, I make my case with the question, “Will I lose my soul?,” I tell Christ, and the Court - I realize this is no dream, joke, game or political poll... The clouds part way, I see millions drop to their knees and pray--at “High Noon” they know there will be Hell to Pay, Court has agreed to quickly end it my way, a 100 hour war - (4 days, 4 hours), and call it a day, Saddam’s Army begins getting chills from the warm desert wind, for they know, yes they know it is getting close to their end, a time when Satan and all his friends, will rise up just to do them in, for they know, yes they know, they have sinned... Diplomacy failed, but not without assigning fault... Tanks, planes and his Army follow without thought, forgetting all the great lessons their teachers taught, My multi-national coalition counters steadfast with the best death that can be bought, Gas spit high--burst into ash in the sky; The Devil’s servants with a thirst for blood and gore, stolen Oil spewed all along the desert floor, My words in the Presidents mouth “drop the hammer;” weak minds see rifles and the mythological Thor, Dragons fire—chills a-lite, last prayers, as they know it will be their very last night... Helium to helium, to beryllium with the Lions resinous roar, in the blink of an eye, the human bodies turn Carbon-12 scattered along “Deaths Road” and the sea shore, as 6-6-6 turns the Desert into a fiery lake floor... Flesh becomes fire----144,000 cries; this is the result of manipulative political lies... the world and I witness bodies, and souls burn, despite the warnings people never learn, the Desert gave way to Hells burning-quagmire, all of Heaven’s Angels sadden by families sobbing goodbyes, A sacrifice to feed the Devil, and his monstrous-minions, risking my soul to do evil, in order to save the masses-----save humanities millions... Souls separated by their deeds, herded like cattle by the minions--eager to feed. Violently dragged and bound by molten barbed wire, all cast horribly into the lake of fire... -----Only faith became an escape that helped some to rise, yet, all souls passed with horrific screams-instead of soft-sighs... The meeting is over, the Devil still chained deep within the fiery-bay, The clouds part way, with a promise of a new day... Years later I go deep into thoughts daze, and write this down, reflections of my school-days, when I had no worries as a class clown... The blessing--the curse-I carry still today, like the Lion proudly covered all-in-eyes, I see and hear millions and millions, their laughter, sorrows and cries; all faiths falling daily to their knees--begging God Please, God Please, while offering up prayers, with hearts filled with disease, hate for everyone, especially those over the seas, sadly, no one learning the lessons from this, or other Histories Peaceful decree’s... I leave this warning to have love in our heart, respect the commandments and obey, for deep within our minds, our soul can easily start on a journey to the Fiery-Bay, yet, free will can also take us on the path of Peace—the place of the souls true source of stay, and truly Civil Societies very best way... We must realize that it is our free-will, our conscious-choice that is the key to unlock the Devil within, the choice is yours, and yours alone my friend, we are made from Dust, C-12 and the Breath of God within, yet we are born of, and into a World of Sin, respect our image maker, or the Devil shall overtake us from within... The inner self, the I AM, where the Devil waits you to allow him in, Free-Will--the I AM waiting for you to choose to be the Devil, or Son of Man... I AM, I Am, I am, i am, i..., eye... ...i, _________________________? By Harvey Carroll, Jr. https://youtube/watch?v=4xiasPejyt4&spfreload=1
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 12:27:06 +0000
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