There is a rage upon the earth that has no eyes. It beats upon the flesh until it pierces it. When it gets inside, It smells like the smoke of old burnt coals. It's no doubt that its next move is to infiltrate the persons of another as it germinates throughout the body.
Watch out oh Spirit man, Watch out oh holy one, rage has plagued the land and has broken free of your peace. The love that it has encountered is more satisfying than a hope that one day its heart will be set free of pain. It is satisfied that its devious intentions are no longer a thought, but a reality.
But wait! what is this rain that is at the seat of the soul, it's putting out the heat from the coals of rage. Why has thy soul stood in the way? Why can't the rage sit at the bottom and take control? "It is I, saith the Lord!" The Holy rain that washes and cleanses deep-rooted pain. The rain that protects the soul and denies the flesh of any domination.
Watch out oh rage, Watch out oh evil one! Love and peace have I empowered among the earth, that even though you slither subtly, and even though you can pierce the flesh, you are powerless where I reside. I AM THAT I AM!
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