pure soul

 
I would say that I found the light...
but the truth is I got lost on a dark highway alone...with demons circling
my mind in a maze of fear and delusion
I remember listening to is God dead by Ozzy and I felt myself sink into hell
I was tortured there for a time times two and finally released
I knew not how I escaped my mind was brutally raped
 
then like a break in a fever I heard God's voice
he said he was quite alive that the enemy exalted himself too soon in my body
he was reclaiming me for his own that I am of the heavenly host
my mind ravaged walked in nature going from sane to in a daze at times
still, I could hear his voice I spoke to him like as if I were his infant child
just sent here on a mission of great urgency from heaven
I remember heaven the heavenly choir sings nightly
 
I embarked here on a secret mission
I've been deep in enemy territory for some time now asleep so to speak
he called me out of my slumber but my mind struggled with reality
did I yet belong to the enemy was God my foe then?
 
I wrestle with him for many weeks my questions answered my mind illuminated
in past years I was quite blithely unaware of our enemies reality
while in his camp I found him very cunning and conniving he is no joke
this war he wages is no problem for our father but there's innocence in the middle
 
God would that none fall by the wayside
I am strategically placed I am told to prepare my weapons of war
bring my sword of truth to a fine point
there is a plane of existence just beyond the veil where this war is happening
 
I've found the enemy to be a bigot of the worst sort
our pain and folly is his pleasure
we are nothing more than poker chips  
he's all in my business
he knows I am awake now  
 
I remember him before the rebellion
he is alien to me now
his desires don't match mine
I'm still struggling however he makes me cry for the fallen angels
and I answer the day is nigh even at the door your hour is short enjoy it
when it comes time for me to speak the truth I will
 
the day our maker finsishes this war with you I will weep for what you became
bringing into fruition the great plagues of the day
for every young child who died too young by your wicked deeds
I will say goodbye to you and never look back
 
selah