The teachings from pages of long dusted books, can leave one incredulous to dark hurtful looks. The Tower Of Babel was left there to die as God stopped the rot from attaining the sky.
Those words that were branded around by the mob as they toiled in the deserts to finish the job, were heard by the prophets whilst staking their claim and caused God to stop their insidious game.
As swords came unsheathed and their light blinded lies, the flames of the first blade burned out sinners eyes. Obedience next with the one yet to breathe then rejection compounded, the third being unsheathed.
Divine saviour smitten, a blade who breaks souls. A clear declaration with clear Christian goals. The last of the blades to give substance to all, with vengeance ignited, the rotten will fall.
To read long dead words and administer faith is to walk through this text and believe you are safe. If you see yourself ousted in lines that I write, sail fast into darkness, steal into the night.
I yield to the voices of new founded friends and see my life clearer as focus ascends. To cut loose the darkness and lighten my load I’ll keep marching forward with all I’m bestowed.