The world is not as you see it, nor as we would wish it to be. It is, to be quite frank, an arena, of an everlasting war...and we are but, the fodder for the cannons of it. Now, we are near an end, a change, a going 'someplace other'. In this battle for souls, to keep us here, trapped...they have lost, all! They chose the wrong weapons, in the end...for they only thought, to tear us to pieces, but love is too strong for them. They witch, and they bitch, and they bring us down...but without a weapon in our hand, we climb again. You see, we cannot lose. We are the love...that holds together heaven.
Amen!
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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