In The Name Of God.

I engage theatrical wisdom to the lair
of earthly mortals.
I find perdition and lay waste those who
in portrait creation, are false gods.
I leap in quantum dimensions and into the
minds of intelligence, I lead them to
choir.
And into a choir of God do they, the masses
sing, but not of the angels, for they are a
jubilant inspiration.
The angels, I encourage to universal escape
with dreams, as to evolve the crystal globe,
to all peace, to the world stage.
A majestic prince upon his throne, to waft
the wings of dragons, of these, now in
the anatomy of unicorns, in flight.
For the costume of dragons is said,"delete,''
but of unicorns, from the hand of God,
they transform as prophets.
Prophets and not puppets, because these
puppets serve with envy; self-ambition,
and they dwarf not to deceit you.
I take those who seek God and drink for them,
the drink of the sea, for the drink of the sea,
is a drink of abominations.
I walk them to God, to the twelfth heaven, and
as I descend to earth, I see their shadows
fall before me, they stand to their feet,
and preach the Gospel.
I twirl the winds and many voices come to the
temples, to pray, worship and praise the
glory of God.
In the Name of God!


Copyright-Gilbert Isaiah 7504
2010.


The Voice Of The Lord.

He walks into a battlefield where he knows he's been
at war. For the cold bodies amid the fiery ghost,
born of mordant machines, does roar.
The earth is beg of him to send his ghost as the ebbs
and tides of the sea. The mind of him rebukes
the flesh, listen not to the dust!
He forsakes the dust and looks to the heavens, and
in the heavens is the voice of the Lord, and the
Lord said to him:" My son, wherefore
you cry, is a multitude of my angels,
who cry each and every spirit,
they must welcome."
" But you, I welcome to breathe all the angels
breath, that any wandering soul might find
it to your guidance to me. So, my son,
wander and saunter not, but trod
underfoot man's instruments
of war."
"I shall be your spirit within me, as to dwell you an
abundance of wisdom of the Holy Ghost, that
you can assail words of wisdom, to the
nations for peace, and never cry
again."
" Never again shall your brother lay silent, never
again shall your friend lay in oblivion, and
never, shall a king or queen, spawn
spirits to me, like an attic of
forgotten toys, at war."


She Is Wise, But Not The Wisdom.


She is the doctrine of mortals in might
of their intelligence.
A profound authority salient in their
offspring of voices.
But the decrepit ones fade, yet, others
are vespers of her.
And of her do they whisper wizards to a
wand of controlling the masses.
With magic of their eyes as to cast optical
geysers of fires that are hidden,
before they quench the mind.
A seed from the earth erupts and explode
to exploit in ungodly ways.
To free none, but her, who seduces them,
to vibrations of sound through portals,
screaming for ultimate vengeance.
She is the destiny of those far from God, in
trial to triumph them, to a journey of
prevalence.
But, prevalence be not the tool of justice, of
whom injure pre-destiny, as blind of much
continual sin.
And to ruin salvation, the spirit in the glory,
and works of rendering hope, love and
peace in one faith.
But, I step into the past and shower the future
with a fountain of angels, to instill onto
those of interest, in the truth of our
Lord Jesus Christ.
She is wise, but not the wisdom, that is the Holy
Spirit!

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 24.12.2010

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