simplicity

It's foolish. You sit back in that chair and act like nothing is happening to you. I mean, hey, why not? I love it when you don't act, you see that boy on the corner there? How about them girls on the street curb? You know what they gonna do, don't deny it. Face it you doubt yourself. Oh sure, you hear a good encouraging message now and then; you act on a resolve a few days out of a week, but where are you now? I'll tell you where, under my thumb. Every time you turn the other cheek your only doing what I want you to do. Don't try to deny it, you're just lying to yourself and pushing your way deeper into the trap. I mean how simple can you be. I know EXACTLY what you want to do and when your feeling in the mood to let up. Pshh, you think you have the strength or knowledge to outwit me. I OWN you, I feed on your WEAKNESSES and HIT you when your down. I sever every fiber of your resistance until you cant stand. Trust me when I say your the most disgusting thing I have ever seen. You grovel in your own self pity and manage to disguise your pains from others. You know the right words to say every time and you wonder if you have finally found your way back to this God of yours. Well he was right you know. You do like to fight me often, but your still a puny lamb to my prowling lion. You leave the doors to your heart open so often that messing up your home is simple work. I like you though. Every time that Jesus comes by your doors are bolted. Sure you feel the encouragement from his knock but I sincerely appreciate how your just TOO busy at that particular moment and cant answer the call. I mean, i do all the work around here, why don't you just give up and let me do my job without having to fight you off every now and then. You know the pleasures I offer you i can give at any time. You know how this has all worked so well in the past. Why do you continue to resist? How far do I have to go to kill you? Why do you continue to look up as if there is any hope left? Do you not see that those chains are unbreakable? Look at you, your a groveling mess. Your rags are barely enough to cover your decency and your all mud stained and broken boned. Your starving so much that I marvel at the fact that your still alive. Just tell me one thing, Why keep going even when all you've seen so far is blood, pain, and torture? How are you still not yet dead?

(A voice full of energy and vibrating with an unknown power resounds through the dark, empty halls of the body)
simple, what you see before you is what remains, those chains hold down the corpse of who we use to be. Now its just you speaking to some tattered remains whilst I prepare for my King.

**for some reason i still feel like im in that first stage. i just hope that soon ill be able to proclaim the second part wholeheartedly. I know that is probably not where i should be but God has a plan through everything, im just deaf from the bombardments of sin and cant hear the orders i guess. Well God bless all of you!