Wake Up!

O death, thou conquered one;
Why must thou tease, and
torment with such ease; with
glimpses of terror, horror, and
fear; Our mythical faculties, left
open to hear thy words to our
soul, yet left unprotected-
Not knowing its need, it succumbs
to thy manipulation of ideas, by
visions of evil, bringing about
within us an unsuspected mirage
of an awareness not 'fore known; to
seek, search, and devour. Those spirits,
mysteriously of darkness,
with unquenchable lust, lurch us
into that once fearful, now fearless
darkened black realm.

Wake Up! O little one, search
not that illumination that
shrouds over darkness, deceiving to
be desired. Open thine eyes,
thine ears, to the true Light that
shineth. Not thine eyes that
see these tangible familiar things,
but thine inner eyes, only, that knoweth
that the 'forehand of darkness
is no more. For the conquering
of darkness was accomplished
'ere before; some years ago,
nearly of two thousand, by
the Victor, the Greatest;
His name is Christ Jesus;
so that we should all know.
O see, please see, thou
inner eye, the one that longs
to shine so bright. Your connection
with the Conqueror is the
one and only key that shall
save thy life . . .

From, fear of darkness; death.

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