I am what He says I am,

No matter the thought of status quo,

or what any perceive or say

these are not just words to me

I try to write every word for an exact reason

I have come to a place where two groups exists

either i am hated, with a demonic passion or ,to not know where I am

I would had assumed this place would be chaotic,, even the limit thereof

It was a chaos of emotions getting here, both to body, spirit and mind

However, now, how do i explain. Tranquil,

not until this happen, did i know i was here

now anything attempted toward me, i seem to absorb instead of deflect

i say attempt because at this point its clear to the observant nothing can be done

it seems when absorbed or methodically ignored it turns into fuel for testimony

everything has changed, where the disbelief of friend or family was a pain of emotion

now i laugh with confidence but then am sad

I do not care or concern now if they do not believe where i am

but they must understand, because i know what is coming

even now He mounts for war, a great and terrible judge

A follower of a fake Jesus cry's out, Love is coming! Rejoice! Love is coming!

Whoa. My eyes see another,

His eyes are ablaze his heart and mind fully wroth over the abuse of his bride

whoa is me if i do not warn and plea of this one i see

a great pain in my heart when i find it is only themselves they will believe

is my fate that of truth or of an executioner.

there is no other peace of the mind and spirit

as that of doing the will of YHVH, blessed be his name

I come in peace and press on

who am I? perception is my name

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“There are two types of sacrifices: correct ones, and mine.”
― Mikhail Tal

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