♣︎ You must take stock of the humans around you whether they be enemy or part of the flock. Those who are close, those who eviscerate with mock, those who ever unyielding watch in abject sadness maligned with madness as youth is wraithed away...God ownes the hour, Jesus Lord each minute...the lord of lies each second...laced with promise that time with him beckoned very small increments of self sacrifice until you realize his fealty crowned him "agent" of your life's realty. The second is fast, as is the downtrodden & downcast, ere now compare the minute,{still yet quick}...set to heal the impoverished, afflicted, & in they're own ways addicted & sick. The minute not long for this world yet still full of promise steadfast He knows his Father's hour 'will' last...cast from beginning akin to a ships main mast & sail embuing great power even though waves of great sinning lap & clap loudly against bow, stern, aft, & starboard breeding fear throughout & luciferous minions attack the craven already brimming & raving with doubt, come they now burning heavy on the mantel of man as the cold of icy hell betrays them all to End of Daze holocaustal & horrific,...savage whore of little clout.♤
I Am Conflict,...I am the voices, I am what's right...also night mixed with light! I am my choices...
A missive of woe & truth from the Harbinger scribe & Heraldic sleuthe.
Drin Jacöb Hildebränd
Röcktøber~2022
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