This is what I wrote last night. My body cant escape my mind. Its sickening... It sickens me. My prayers are whisper in abyss, not from my gut; I think I forgot how. Getting on my face, getting up with the same stench, stuck to my being like tar. Theyre murmuring, Im losing it. Theres a mirror, I dont see myself. Im screaming! I dont hear myself. Im shaking, I dont feel myself. If Im not here, who inhabits this shell? If this isnt heaven then whos to say this isnt hell? I thought to free myself, what what is there to free? Id still be in torment whilst I ended me. Yet something keep saying, we all die anyways, so what in life are we fighting for, but the grave. This is what God lead me to watch this morning. Joyce Meyer-Battlefield_.Whats Been On Your Mind Lately
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 13:16:12 +0000
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