Mammon Prt 2
Glory LoveWorld
In hot pursuit men chase in circles Round the same cage of illusion The desperation of money within Drives them headlong Like mad dogs without a leash Mindlessly plunging into the ditch They miserably fall from suicide hills Intoxicated with the wine of deceit This sultry goddess Takes her pound of flesh Hell is excited because she is present A faithful witness to the fall of a giant Fallen headlong into the valley of death Overtaken by her beguilement Drinking his blood in Ecstasy Sucking his sinews in rhapsody Her bloody teeth glitters in satiety Attesting to the taste of his adversity Clothed in diamonds, silver and gold She gathers every drop of his wealth left ashore One who was known as stinkingly rich Now goes to his grave, most poor of all Though she leased him a casket of gold She reaped it at the welcome party of his soul He finds his spirit floating into sheol Into everlasting habitations of Hells abode Hot and fiery, fierce and stifling The grip of demons loosed not their hold. ©heavenly_broadcast # PUNCHLINE- This is the end of every Mammon quest; a lost soul in a leased casket of gold. So let's continually evaluate what our treasure is and in what our treasure lies, then shall we choose wisely avoiding the disguised grave of hell. Placing our treasure in Christ and reaping eternal life. Matthew 6:21 Photo Credits- www.pixabay.com
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.
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