Shalom my family of saints
The thin ice ground that has been holding my search for truth been broken a long ago. The ice waters that made me shiver violently in fear for this world as become nice and warm. I have been swimming under a monotone sea for awhile, with sad waves trying to wash away my petty hapiness that I hold tight to it. A fierce rain of condensed dreams, ambitions and vain pretension falls heavily, keeps washing and eroding my diamond armor of scales, who where gifted to me by a flaming warrior who is a messenger of Yah, his from a unique land far from here, the land of dreams and oportunities. This armor keeps cracking and losing its durability. It's reflection is cloudy. Will hold in time before the final tree. The night is dark and cold, the wicked stars created by covetous minds, illuminate the path of success for extroverted clowns and dolls. Making a stern crowd look serious at them. I'm drifting away, powerless, with hope to maintain my integrity safe, to protect my faith I have to lock it inside my chest, along with the book of the law and seal it with the covenant band. My strenght, my blood is made of fire and light. Fire being vengeance, justice and the light being Yahweh's will and steadfast will. My enemies think they have advantage over me, but the truth is, I'm fighting invisible powerful enemies, lurking in the shadows plotting great plans to conquer my spirit. Not only mine but yours as well brethren. But harder than that is the struggle I have against my weak flesh, sinful self, the sin within me and my true self screaming to be free. A strenuous battle I do everyday in order to win both of them. My True self and my sinful self. But the clock is ticking, the sand on top is currently less then 5%, the majority as based. One day my true self will be free of the bondage of vassalage to my opressors rulership. My pledge with my true masters will be celebrated after the fall of this present world, if they accept me as worthy enough to serve them. I have put my all into this path, I live to their Father in Heaven. My vision of life can't go past the end of this matrix, If I'm allowed to reach the mountains and die there, serving thy Yah. I'm happy then, happy now, that's what fuels my will to exist and coexist with wicked drunk fools. My faith, my allegiance, my own promess, my masters struggle and my master messenger of Yah preaching tirelessly like an angels blowing a trumpet to let the righteous hear the good news. Yahweh Is great, All Praises to the highest and holy Yahweh elohim and my savior master and teacher Yahweh ben Yahweh who is faithful and true. Glory glory, joy and Peace, Halleluyah 🙌🏽 Thank you also my family of Saints