Love two steps forward, one back.

The waves crashed from below, in the upside down world at the end of time. I was purchased out of it and a strong arm pulled me to the surface that was the floor.

And the feelings of envy, anger, bitterness, and the shame addled memories cycling around the drain, felt ever more alien ever more unnatural to my being. And now for the first brief moments, I could start to see myself freed of these chains of this deathsin. And still I would be pulled back down. That of me which was dying still raged violently against the night and kept trying to regain ground. But the tides of light were washing this ground away, erosion unending.

Yet, somehow, this faded away and my mortal death came back and I sunk back beneath the waves where the breathing is prickly sweet and the words are flowing mordantly and endlessly flowing wealthy nothingness encompasses. Plastic happiness, lingerie and filtered selfie, and jealousy of ex-lovers now flowed in my veins. Vision blurred and feeling numbed to a cold dark glow of infinite death as words were hurled as weapons at an ancient creation and new things were worshipped and forgotten in nanoseconds. And I hated deeply and felt nothing in return. And I couldn’t stand before God because I was of a rebellious mind with unclean lips and soldered heart. I could use this for nothing eternal, and it was all because I was hurt deep down, hurt because of my own actions and sinful life. And still I didn’t want to truly kill that part of myself.

Maybe now I do.

And I was purchased by the blood of someone dying for me while I was yet a sinner.

The devil is my enemy. I will kill the devil within me. Amen.

Love. Love with all might and all will and all perception and all things. Love when things fail when you sink back beneath the waves. Christ came to save sinners and to set us as righteous and worthy to stand before God. Everything you do is now before the Living and True God. Love.

Published by Principium24

I want to write, as millions have before me. And I want to know what it is to be human, as few have before me.

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