Surrounded by demons
Voices that never keep quiet
A God who preaches love but does nothing as evil reigns
Scenery of broken dreams and hopeless souls
The sun brings visual night tremors
And the night brings glorious dreams
My prayers lack faith
My voice goes unheard
My words bring about conflict
My heart aches with every beat
But I wait for the Apocalypse
For self harm can only do so much for the mind
I hate life
The cruelty and pain that comes with it
The brief Joy and happiness
That we can easily find in a bottle of liquor
You livr everyday and die once
But what say you?
Smile and be strong?
It will get better?
Not all stories have a happy ending
Do not assume the best always
Man has made life wicked
Spilled innocent blood
And gread and lust rules his heart
He has turned himself into an abomination to nature itself
I got too close to her
And she meant the world to me
She become my religion
Her presence my idol
And her body became my temple
Of late, I have decoded that statement and found it full of bull.
I have not slept well in a couple weeks now and I literally am walking dead.
Is this the day I just fall and pass out? Plus my bad eating habit is not helping.
With a mental mind, they do not make me stronger but kill me slowly. Like real slow.
They destroy me over and over and over. Like the game you like and then you meet that “level from hell” ( like Satan was, yes let us see how she/he deals with this). Ha!
What I believe makes you stronger is happiness.
It is appropriate for people to look at me in the morning and say, Jonathan? You are strong. You survived the storm of the night with your demons 😊
During the fight, people are like, you are strong enough, you can do this, I believe in you and more stuff that personally just kill my confidence in what I was doing. But that’s just me.
I haven’t really explained why happiness makes you stronger.
I should have had thought about this longer.
Be merry and please if you have read this, let me know what makes you stronger.
It will help me a lot.
Why do you feel far?
Why do I swim in these high and low tides?
One minute I am surrounded by sharks
and the other I swim among little fishes.
Your voice seems distorted
and your words are complicated
filled with parables and mysteries.
Your children lush out leaving me standing on the fact that you exist
But ending up losing faith in your diluted words.
They seem twisted and rewritten by man.
Losing their beautiful warmth and character.
Fading from one hand and print.
For years you have watched
and allowed this chaos and blasphemy,
the defamation of your words
from century to century.
So are your words still true and virtuous?
Demons are fallen Angels
Who try to understand why God
Loves humans so much and turn
Into the black sheep of the family
With no way to redeem themselves.
No longer welcome home.
Humans are souls trapped in a body
Wanting to be God.
Envying angels who live in paradise
And next to the creator.
They can redeem themselves
But their hearts still prefer to satisfy
Themselves with bodily wants and needs
That do not please the creator.