herlucidlife

Sounding like a crazy person, talking to the ghost of people past. Not diseased these people are living carcasses feeding on other souls because theirs has decided looking to the Life Giver is unappetizing. I too have stayed from Him just to entice the desires of my heart. Leading to near death my choices had put me in the emergency room more times than I could count. Death was physically moving closer to my door while the spirit was going cold feeling the demonic grasp that is sinfulness. 

I’m not sure why my mind likes to muddle over old news like last week’s bologna. Wondering how you’ll circle around it really shouldn’t matter. Old dogs don’t learn new tricks, rather they hope the bystander doesn’t remember the last tactics assuming getting over will be just as easy as before. Sharing secrets with our friend I’m sure you twisted the truth to get him on your side. Seeming like he wanted to help, seeming like he was your mouthpiece because anything off your tongue would have been a dead give away. J you’re trying to play smart too late don’t you see there’s no field. Standing alone in no-where-ville your focus is skewed and I’ve completely walked away.

Though emotions are still hindering some things, they like to fill up my flesh cup. Your memory feeds the poison of evil that wants to kill the spirit. Nothing to match make, nothing to heal. I’d like to blast the truth with full names to the hills of every mountain, I want the world to know your name. Not lady like, full of ego and rage don’t come too close or this volcano could erupt. No longer controlling my emotions I allow them to roam so healing can take place, or is that an excuse to sleep with the enemy only mentally in my fantasies?

Having full faith learning how to empty my flesh in order for it to die is the only way to rid you of my system. Needing to fill up on the spirit I only have one option to follow Jesus that He may change me in the midst of knowing you. Changing me in the midst of needing to let go mentally I don’t want to carry your sweet nectar into the desert, for sugar ravages the body killing the nutrients needed for life. No other voice can speak for you, no other voice can open the door you’ve closed. Using our friend to do your dirty work, I’d not open up to such a blatant con. 

Stepping into a mess he doesn’t understand, creating lies to get someone on your end. You seem to forget the truth is my story too if told every cover would be blown, looking to move through the spirit I need a change of heart. No such thing as filling up my own cup, if Jesus doesn’t pour into me then I’ll always be sipping from the flesh living in vain. Tired of the old way, exhausted by the aged path the devil dangles pleasure in my face. Enticing, the world will never be able to fill the void that Jesus fills.