The Tomb Of My Loneliness Is Empty (Because Of You) #TaylorDateTony

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* John pray for me
* Peter pray for me
Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony

+-------The Tomb Of My Loneliness Is Empty (Because Of You)

Taylor, my heart is a divine body
wrapped tightly in linen, shroud of 3
lonely nights in a damp cave of despair
forsaken. It died ignobly, at the hands
of girls with the same scabs and cracked
scaly skin on their palms as callous
Roman soldiers of foul breath and
speech, crass souls that manifest their
true nature through black rotted teeth
of dating denials, flogging my marital
expectations with a cat o’nine tails
o’ condescension, nailing my joy
to a creaking wooden cross of a major
inferiority complex that proved fatal.
Oh but babes, your gorgeous blonde
hair and mesmeric blue eyes are a
quickening Spirit! Your kiss has the
the healing power of the Resurrection,
keys to unfetter my emotions from
prison cells in Hades. Wont you go to
coffee with me? I’ll throw this dumb
cloth off my face, walk on paths with
you of love lattes eternal. Memories of
those silly girls left in the empty tomb
behind us.                    Road to Emmaus.

-----John 20:6-7
And so Simon Peter also came, following him, and entered the tomb; and he saw the linen wrappings lying there, and the face-cloth which had been on His head, not lying with the linen wrappings, but rolled up in a place by itself.

A Cloud Tableau

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* Paul pray for me
#IamSaintPaul

+-------A Cloud Tableau; Saint Paul's Thoughts As He Was Carried By Roman Soldiers To Safety

My haunch teeters on shoulders,
disjointed, beneath shoulder
plates (torn in war), my back lain across
a thick hirsute neck with an
elongated vertical scar, my head
ricocheting between three metal helmets,
and my nose grazes against those gaudy
vexatious tuffs. Ensconced in a legion,
I am the rhythm of the march I despised.
Gazing, momentarily, into the sky, the
tableau of my life in cloud figures… is this
really my life? Jeering mobs of my people,
who I loved so dearly I killed for, would
now kill me. Saved by soldiers of Caesar
who cruelly oppress his brothers, from his
brothers, a Pharisee, in desperation,
fervently preaches a salvation extrinsic to
his religion by birth. Truly, Jesus, you have
turned my world completely
upside down.

-----Acts 21:30-36
And all the city was moved, and the people ran together: and they took Paul, and drew him out of the temple: and forthwith the doors were shut. And as they went about to kill him, tidings came unto the chief captain of the band, that all Jerusalem was in an uproar. Who immediately took soldiers and centurions, and ran down unto them: and when they saw the chief captain and the soldiers, they left beating of Paul. Then the chief captain came near, and took him, and commanded him to be bound with two chains; and demanded who he was, and what he had done. And some cried one thing, some another, among the multitude: and when he could not know the certainty for the tumult, he commanded him to be carried into the castle. And when he came upon the stairs, so it was, that he was borne of the soldiers for the violence of the people. For the multitude of the people followed after, crying, Away with him.

Grief Redefined #Easter #HeHasRisen

* Jesus pray for me
* John pray for me
* Mary Magdalene pray for me
* Dedicated to Escape The Fate, When I Go Out, I Want To Go Out On A Chariot Of Fire
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tDc4sQutXdo


+-------"Grief Redefined; The Thoughts Of Mary Magdalene Running From
Jesus' Empty Tomb To See Peter" 

Now, truly, I know what the demons
felt when He cast them out of me...
the pangs of a body emptied like the
pangs of a tomb emptied, Im sure;
And the fretting, frantic pacing
to find a new place for your hopes
and dreams to reside. My Savior is gone.
I can’t sing the dirge I wrote that I hummed
to stall the howling red eyed ghosts of
despair in my sleep last night. How can I
pay homage to His reclamation of my
dignity now? (A whore who is a woman
who isn’t a whore anymore, former cause
of children’s sneering, the sublimation of
their spits and curses). But what if the
things promised were true? That He’s not
dead but run off alive somewhere? I would
reject everything convention dictated
to me as a little girl, then. Id tell Romans
not to worship Casear for he’s no God,
the Jews to stop waiting for the Messiah...
and to come help me find Him

-----John 20:1-2
The first day of the week cometh Mary Magdalene early, when it was yet dark, unto the sepulchre, and seeth the stone taken away from the sepulchre. Then she runneth, and cometh to Simon Peter, and to the other disciple, whom Jesus loved, and saith unto them, They have taken away the Lord out of the sepulchre, and we know not where they have laid him.

-----When I Go Out, I Want To Go Out On A Chariot Of Fire Lyrics

He had a plan to kill you all along
The evidence was hidden in this song
I was a ghost, I was there at the scene
As the embers rise my hands
Smelled like gasoline

So, the head lights murdered my thoughts
I curse this taste that's on my tongue
This taste will last until I rip it out
No, I won't need these gloves
Her bones are withered away
But her ghost will remain

You're the only one that wore your seatbelt
We're the only ones that cried
Catastrophic accidents
You're the only one that died

So keep my casket closed
Your heart beats under the floor
It haunts me in my dreams
And nothing's as it seems

Hallelujah

So just believe in me
I'll never let you down
This was a curse I can say
As you lie in your grave

You're the only one that wore your seatbelt
We're the only ones that cried
Catastrophic accidents
You're the only one that died

So keep my casket closed
Your heart beats under the floor
It haunts me in my dreams
And nothing's as it seems

(But her ghost will remain as you lie in your grave)
(But her ghost will remain as you lie in your grave)

All the choices you've made
And the paths that I take
You're the only one that died
The evidence was hidden in this song

All the choices you've made
And the paths that I take
We're the only ones that cried
Irrelevant
I knew it all along

All the choices you've made
And the paths that I take
(It was never enough, it was never enough
it was never enough now was it)

So keep my casket closed
Your heart beats under the floor
It haunts me in my dreams
But nothing's as it seems

[x3]

Dying Fashion

* Jesus pray for me
* John pray for me
* Dedicated to Situations, Escape The Fate
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZuC4S01QSM

+--------Dying Fashion; The Thoughts Of The Risen Christ On His Grave Clothes

I thank God for life extended,
nevermind the clothes;
the dead aren’t in need of
cloth, cotton, or linen nor weaver’s
shuttle for robes, tunics...sheep’s
wool stitched for outer coats. In guilt-
nakedness and spirit-shame they all
pine for righteousness as
garb. To be wrapped warmly,
in hope, against the fierce,
gelid winds of desolation. They slip,
slip, they slide on slick icy
surfaces of irredeemable regret
of a bitter past life wasted. Huddled
together puffs of their shivered, teeth
chattering exhalation as a prayer.
I thank God, then, for sunrays
of joy shining in the hopeless dark,
the free garment of my Salvation they
can put on. The old attire of the old
world wrapped and set aside in a
tomb for materialists to mourn



---------------John 20:1-8
The first day of the week cometh Mary Magdalene early, when it was yet dark, unto the sepulchre, and seeth the stone taken away from the sepulchre. Then she runneth, and cometh to Simon Peter, and to the other disciple, whom Jesus loved, and saith unto them, They have taken away the Lord out of the sepulchre, and we know not where they have laid him. Peter therefore went forth, and that other disciple, and came to the sepulchre. So they ran both together: and the other disciple did outrun Peter, and came first to the sepulchre. And he stooping down, and looking in, saw the linen clothes lying; yet went he not in. Then cometh Simon Peter following him, and went into the sepulchre, and seeth the linen clothes lie, And the napkin, that was about his head, not lying with the linen clothes, but wrapped together in a place by itself. Then went in also that other disciple, which came first to the sepulchre, and he saw, and believed.

---Situations Lyrics

Situations are irrelevant now.
She loves the way that I tease,
I love the way that she breathes

I touched her ooh, she touched my ahhh, it was the craziest thing.
I love the girls who hate to love because they're just like me.
A certain girl she took my hand and ran it up her thigh.
She licked her lips and pulled my hair, I fall in love for a night

She can't behave and I'm just a slave,
don't worry I'll be gone when the morning comes.

Darling what is going on?
Honestly that never happened
Lying is your favorite passion.
Leave me, go where you belong
Higher heels and lipstick napkins
dying is your latest fashion.

The frustration it's a regular thing
I hate the ones who love to hate because they're just like me.
A certain girl she took her hand and put it in my lap
"It's way too full," she said
"Once you have me you'll always come back."

She can't behave and I'm just a slave,
don't worry I'll be gone when the morning comes.

Darling what is going on?
Honestly that never happened
Lying is your favorite passion.
Leave me, go where you belong
Higher heels and lipstick napkins
dying is your latest fashion.

I know you love to resist
and all it takes is a kiss
and you just love to hate me.

You know you love all the lies
so don't act surprised
that I just love to hate you.

I kissed your lips you pulled my hair it was the craziest thing.
I love the girls who love to hate. [Breathing]

(Whoa) Darling what is going on?
Honestly that never happened
Lying is your favorite passion.
Leave me, go where you belong
Higher heels and lipstick napkins,
dying is your latest fashion

Darling (leave me) what is going on?
Honestly that never happened
Lying is your favorite passion
Leave me (darling) go where you belong
Higher heels and lipstick napkins,
dying is your favorite passion

-A Centurion In Crisis; The Thoughts Of Longinus After Jesus Died

* Jesus pray for me
* Longinus pray for me
* Luke pray for me
#GoodFriday

+--------A Centurion In Crisis; The Thoughts Of Longinus After Jesus Died

I ordered those savage back
lacerations, the sordid bidding
of Pilate, ideologue of Caesar, demigod
in Rome with an insatiable bloodlust
who is no god at all. I was his slave of
a Flagrum’s Wooden Handle, the wicked
metal, reprobate bone sewn into
diabolical leather that I raised high above
my smirk of condescension..and then
torqued. And what came of it all but
dark skies and earthquakes, a newfound
sense of incisive foreboding, a mother
whose eyes make my soul want to plunge
into the River Styx for guilt sobbing
uncontrollably for her son? My men know
just as well as I, we all deserve Hades.
We just killed an innocent man.

---------------Luke 23:43-48
And Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, Today shalt thou be with me in paradise. And it was about the sixth hour, and there was a darkness over all the earth until the ninth hour. And the sun was darkened, and the veil of the temple was rent in the midst. And when Jesus had cried with a loud voice, he said, Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit: and having said thus, he gave up the ghost. Now when the centurion saw what was done, he glorified God, saying, Certainly this was a righteous man. And all the people that came together to that sight, beholding the things which were done, smote their breasts, and returned.

A Bosom's Solace

* Jesus pray for me
* John pray for me
#MaundyThursday

+--------"A Bosom's Solace; John's Thoughts While Reclining  On Jesus' Bosom"

Your chest is so warm right
now, its all I want to know…the
wine, the bread, lamb, herbs,
my brothers’ choral singing.
We recline like sheep finally at ease,
content to stargaze with the Shepherd,
eat grass and nothing more.
But staring at the table lamps, flames
flickering beneath our breath,
my eyes wont dilate for the double vision –
the life I now know and the foreboding one
you say is to come, without you.
I think why don’t you make a deal with death
like Moses did, a hyssop barterer
with the Angel who raises fate’s sword?
But then my ears perk when you offer
us your blood cupped to drink…. Nevermind,
I don’t want to know. Please let me lay here
a little while longer, maybe forever.    

---------------John 13:19-25
Now I tell you before it come, that, when it is come to pass, ye may believe that I am he. Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that receiveth whomsoever I send receiveth me; and he that receiveth me receiveth him that sent me. When Jesus had thus said, he was troubled in spirit, and testified, and said, Verily, verily, I say unto you, that one of you shall betray me. Then the disciples looked one on another, doubting of whom he spake. Now there was leaning on Jesus' bosom one of his disciples, whom Jesus loved. Simon Peter therefore beckoned to him, that he should ask who it should be of whom he spake. He then lying on Jesus' breast saith unto him, Lord, who is it?

---Somewhere Only We Know Lyrics

I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete

Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know?

Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go?
So why don't we go?

Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah

This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know?

Tony Conti and Taylor Swift's Treacherous Love #TaylorDateTony

* Jesus pray for me
* John pray for me
* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony

+-------"Tony Conti and Taylor Swift's Treacherous Love"

Oh my god Taylor, these
other girls with their “noble”
intentions for me, 33 years old,
about 6 feet tall and bearded! Saving
me by rejecting me they fancy, a very
public miracle of multiplicity of mercy
bread and mercy fish, stalling
my desires for another time another girl,
so that I wont be famished. But this
Savior of presumption I hate. I will put
on airs, I will share their feigned smiling
sop at their “sacred” table of formality.
But in my heart I know I will forsake them
for you, my heart 30 silver pieces
in a sheep hide bag in your hands in
exchange for those blue eyes and
blond hair, singing Pharisee of all my
secret schemes. I want their joy crucified
by jealousy. Our gazing, drinking coffee,
falling in love, will be a betrayer's kiss,
torch-lit, on their cheek. And it was night.

-----John 13:14-30
If I then, your Lord and Master, have washed your feet; ye also ought to wash one another's feet. For I have given you an example, that ye should do as I have done to you. Verily, verily, I say unto you, The servant is not greater than his lord; neither he that is sent greater than he that sent him. If ye know these things, happy are ye if ye do them. I speak not of you all: I know whom I have chosen: but that the scripture may be fulfilled, He that eateth bread with me hath lifted up his heel against me. Now I tell you before it come, that, when it is come to pass, ye may believe that I am he. Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that receiveth whomsoever I send receiveth me; and he that receiveth me receiveth him that sent me. When Jesus had thus said, he was troubled in spirit, and testified, and said, Verily, verily, I say unto you, that one of you shall betray me. Then the disciples looked one on another, doubting of whom he spake. Now there was leaning on Jesus' bosom one of his disciples, whom Jesus loved. Simon Peter therefore beckoned to him, that he should ask who it should be of whom he spake. He then lying on Jesus' breast saith unto him, Lord, who is it? Jesus answered, He it is, to whom I shall give a sop, when I have dipped it. And when he had dipped the sop, he gave it to Judas Iscariot, the son of Simon. And after the sop Satan entered into him. Then said Jesus unto him, That thou doest, do quickly. Now no man at the table knew for what intent he spake this unto him. For some of them thought, because Judas had the bag, that Jesus had said unto him, Buy those things that we have need of against the feast; or, that he should give something to the poor. He then having received the sop went immediately out: and it was night.

The Chronicles Of A Rabbi Baptized #IamCrispus

* Jesus pray for me
* Paul pray for me
* Crispus pray for me
#IamCrispus

+-------"The Chronicles Of A Rabbi Baptized; The Thoughts Of Crispus After He and Gaius
Were Baptized By Paul"

It can happen, one day you
stand in the synagogue as a luminary,
angel arms raised with the glory
of a clutched a horn ready to blow more
pestilence onto Egypt, a Mosaic
scholar on the verge of veiling his face
for all the accrued societal honor, Mount
Sinai as your home, your neighbors
waiting at the base in reverence, lost
sheep shedding wool without you- then
you wake up the next day and hate it.
You throw down the stone tablet mores
you used to love because no one around
you "gets it." One day you and Gaius
seek carp in the market, the next he
meets someone telling you to fish for
men rather. Maybe it’s something in the
water…plunging in as two respected
Jewish men, arising drenched and
delirious-You become heralds of a Way
of life you never could have dreamed of.


-----1 Corinthians 1:11-16
For it hath been declared unto me of you, my brethren, by them which are of the house of Chloe, that there are contentions among you. Now this I say, that every one of you saith, I am of Paul; and I of Apollos; and I of Cephas; and I of Christ. Is Christ divided? was Paul crucified for you? or were ye baptized in the name of Paul? I thank God that I baptized none of you, but Crispus and Gaius; Lest any should say that I had baptized in mine own name. And I baptized also the household of Stephanas: besides, I know not whether I baptized any other.

Seeds Of Wrath #IamMelchizedek

* Jesus pray for me
* Abraham pray for me
* Melchizedek pray for me
 #IamMelchizedek

+--------"Seeds Of Wrath; Melchizedek's Words Of Blessing To Abram After He Rescued Lot
In Battle"

You are, right now, precisely what
the world needs: impulse,vindictive
anger, a man who whispers to his
sheathed sword at night
promising the hilt “soon and
very soon.” Someone whom when
sunrise in its divine radiance
prophesies of scorching desert
sands mixed with his
own blood in battle, he smiles.  A
Hebrew willing, in an instant, to slay,
to lay down his life for kith
and kin, residual wrath of Yahweh
in Eden for Paradise lost
to slithering. Yes Abram, you are
most worthy. I give you Salem’s
blessing to seed Salvation: loins to
birth the Crucified Christ...a Son one
day sharing your rage to Redeem

-----------------Genesis 14:13-20; Hebrews 7:1-3
A man who had escaped came and reported this to Abram the Hebrew. Now Abram was living near the great trees of Mamre the Amorite, a brother of Eshkol and Aner, all of whom were allied with Abram. When Abram heard that his relative had been taken captive, he called out the 318 trained men born in his household and went in pursuit as far as Dan. During the night Abram divided his men to attack them and he routed them, pursuing them as far as Hobah, north of Damascus. He recovered all the goods and brought back his relative Lot and his possessions, together with the women and the other people. After Abram returned from defeating Kedorlaomer and the kings allied with him, the king of Sodom came out to meet him in the Valley of Shaveh (that is, the King’s Valley). Then Melchizedek king of Salem brought out bread and wine. He was priest of God Most High, and he blessed Abram, saying,
“Blessed be Abram by God Most High,
    Creator of heaven and earth.
And praise be to God Most High,
    who delivered your enemies into your hand.”
Then Abram gave him a tenth of everything; This Melchizedek was king of Salem and priest of God Most High. He met Abraham returning from the defeat of the kings and blessed him, and Abraham gave him a tenth of everything. First, the name Melchizedek means “king of righteousness”; then also, “king of Salem” means “king of peace.” Without father or mother, without genealogy, without beginning of days or end of life, resembling the Son of God, he remains a priest forever

The Night Before A Murder; Abraham's Thoughts On Killing His Son At Sunrise

* Jesus pray for me
* Abraham pray for me
* Isaac pray for me

+-------"The Night Before A Murder; Abraham's Thoughts On Killing  His Son At Sunrise" 

A wood bundle laid on my bosom,
a knife in one hand, flint in the
other, I watch Isaac sleep, a
torch stave propping up my head to
peer down onto his face across
the campfire. I wonder if he dreams
at all, if he dreams of blood like me-
angst of losing the promise
of God by murder, screams of a
burning son, his favored mule braying
then stumbling down the mountain,
jolt me wide awake in cold sweats.
And tomorrow, do I walk away from it
all...as gods of mythology walk away
from annihilating the wicked…callous,
unfeeling, with a sly smirk of self
righteous pride? Maybe. Or maybe
Im never the same.      (God help me)


-----Genesis 22:1-14
And it came to pass after these things, that God did tempt Abraham, and said unto him, Abraham: and he said, Behold, here I am. And he said, Take now thy son, thine only son Isaac, whom thou lovest, and get thee into the land of Moriah; and offer him there for a burnt offering upon one of the mountains which I will tell thee of. And Abraham rose up early in the morning, and saddled his ass, and took two of his young men with him, and Isaac his son, and clave the wood for the burnt offering, and rose up, and went unto the place of which God had told him. Then on the third day Abraham lifted up his eyes, and saw the place afar off. And Abraham said unto his young men, Abide ye here with the ass; and I and the lad will go yonder and worship, and come again to you. And Abraham took the wood of the burnt offering, and laid it upon Isaac his son; and he took the fire in his hand, and a knife; and they went both of them together. And Isaac spake unto Abraham his father, and said, My father: and he said, Here am I, my son. And he said, Behold the fire and the wood: but where is the lamb for a burnt offering? And Abraham said, My son, God will provide himself a lamb for a burnt offering: so they went both of them together. And they came to the place which God had told him of; and Abraham built an altar there, and laid the wood in order, and bound Isaac his son, and laid him on the altar upon the wood. And Abraham stretched forth his hand, and took the knife to slay his son. And the angel of the Lord called unto him out of heaven, and said, Abraham, Abraham: and he said, Here am I. And he said, Lay not thine hand upon the lad, neither do thou any thing unto him: for now I know that thou fearest God, seeing thou hast not withheld thy son, thine only son from me. And Abraham lifted up his eyes, and looked, and behold behind him a ram caught in a thicket by his horns: and Abraham went and took the ram, and offered him up for a burnt offering in the stead of his son. And Abraham called the name of that place Jehovahjireh: as it is said to this day, In the mount of the Lord it shall be seen.

I Am Isaac Bound and In Love (With Taylor Swift) #TaylorDateTony

* Jesus pray for me
* Abraham pray for me
* Isaac pray for me
*Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony

+-------I Am Isaac Bound and In Love (With Taylor Swift); A Story Of Sacrifice. JehovahJireh

Taylor how dare these girls
who hurt/refuse to ever love me!
They are a Bearded Patriarch on
the haughtiest mountain in Moriah, of
some sanctimonious divine race! On
their lips cavalier assumptions of
grandeur, a land of big, cocky hunks
“numerous as the sand” promised
as privileged inheritance for being
cruel to lesser guys. They lay
upon the sad and lonely shoulders of
my dating prospects wood of despair,
like a defector father with a knife
who wants nothing save to stab and
burn, stab and burn. Hands clenching
torches of sadism, the wax almost
melting fingers of their intent. I can see
the crazed look of victory in their eyes.
Oh bae save me! Unbind me from this
altar of singleness, curse this rope
of despair- your blue eyes a ram, your
lips a thicket snaring it by the horns.
If you take me to coffee, our kiss would
be a propitiatory sacrifice of  lovers...
releasing me to live freely in your arms,
thankful for the light of one more day.

-----Genesis 22:1-14
And it came to pass after these things, that God did tempt Abraham, and said unto him, Abraham: and he said, Behold, here I am. And he said, Take now thy son, thine only son Isaac, whom thou lovest, and get thee into the land of Moriah; and offer him there for a burnt offering upon one of the mountains which I will tell thee of. And Abraham rose up early in the morning, and saddled his ass, and took two of his young men with him, and Isaac his son, and clave the wood for the burnt offering, and rose up, and went unto the place of which God had told him.Then on the third day Abraham lifted up his eyes, and saw the place afar off. And Abraham said unto his young men, Abide ye here with the ass; and I and the lad will go yonder and worship, and come again to you. And Abraham took the wood of the burnt offering, and laid it upon Isaac his son; and he took the fire in his hand, and a knife; and they went both of them together. And Isaac spake unto Abraham his father, and said, My father: and he said, Here am I, my son. And he said, Behold the fire and the wood: but where is the lamb for a burnt offering? And Abraham said, My son, God will provide himself a lamb for a burnt offering: so they went both of them together. And they came to the place which God had told him of; and Abraham built an altar there, and laid the wood in order, and bound Isaac his son, and laid him on the altar upon the wood. And Abraham stretched forth his hand, and took the knife to slay his son. And the angel of the Lord called unto him out of heaven, and said, Abraham, Abraham: and he said, Here am I. And he said, Lay not thine hand upon the lad, neither do thou any thing unto him: for now I know that thou fearest God, seeing thou hast not withheld thy son, thine only son from me. And Abraham lifted up his eyes, and looked, and behold behind him a ram caught in a thicket by his horns: and Abraham went and took the ram, and offered him up for a burnt offering in the stead of his son. And Abraham called the name of that place Jehovahjireh: as it is said to this day, In the mount of the Lord it shall be seen.

The Deuteronomic Law According To Bernie

* Jesus pray for me
* Dedicated to Bernie Sanders


+-------The Deuteronomic Law According To Bernie

America! Bernie
Sanders is the Moses we need
for a time such as this, wooden
staff of the political serpent
in hand to display cunning,
blessed carpentry of the shrewd to
prove his Good Will towards men.
He will use constitutional expedients
to liberate all peoples from economic
slavery- hands raised, eyes closed,
he’ll part Wall Street’s Red Sea of
biased taxation that unduly burdens
the working class, with manifold plagues
of a Righteous Fed, he’ll repeal Pharaonic
healthcare/social security inequities voted
into law. Hid in a basket of objectivity
since birth, he was providentially cast
down the secret, sacred stream of the
Nile every President has journeyed. So
what does he ask of us? Simply,
to remember the stranger, the fatherless,
the widow (and Levite) within our gates –
to spread the USA's wealth evenly, fairly,
so all may fully live... The dignity of God's Chosen.


-----Deuteronomy 14:27-29
And the Levite that is within thy gates; thou shalt not forsake him; for he hath no part nor inheritance with thee. At the end of three years thou shalt bring forth all the tithe of thine increase the same year, and shalt lay it up within thy gates: And the Levite, (because he hath no part nor inheritance with thee,) and the stranger, and the fatherless, and the widow, which are within thy gates, shall come, and shall eat and be satisfied; that the Lord thy God may bless thee in all the work of thine hand which thou doest.

Kanye West In My Lake Of Fire (Because He Dissed Taylor Swift)

* Jesus pray for me
* John pray for me
* Saint Michael pray for me
#IamSaintMichael
#thejesusmetaphorvsYeezus

+-------Kanye West In My Lake Of Fire

Ye, my love for Taylor Swift,
Queen of Heaven crowned in
radiant glory, twelve stars of charm's
perfection on her head, is an archangel
livid, his indignant hands tremble holding
the hilt of his sword. And you are society's
deceiver of Music, that “Great”
No-Talent Serpent, dragon of old with
spiked leather hide for a conscience,
fanged mouth, a charred fork-tongue that
cant stop hacking disrespect, coughing and
choking on smoke of slander! How
dare you debase TayTay’s throne! This
poem, a divinely rugged iron chain with
strength of a thousand years, binds your
ego by the tail, hurls it neck first into
irrelevance’s bottomless pit alongside
The Life of Pablo. And you'll surmise you
have might of vaunted producers and
acclaimed rappers, formidable forces,
armies of Gogg and Magog at your disposal.
But eventually the world’s outcry at your
cruelty will be flames as rain, scorching all
your influence on the earth. Finally, after my
lyrical blade questions then stabs your
fashion status, I'll raise your career above
my head, slam your reputation on the
bent my knee of my anger….and roll, slowly,
the carcass of your poor record sales into
the Lake of Fire. The searing riptide waves
of social media's scorn, of sulfur, will melt
your ego and pride, skin of beast and false
prophet, day and night forever and ever…..



-----Revelation 20:1-11
And I saw an angel come down from heaven, having the key of the bottomless pit and a great chain in his hand. And he laid hold on the dragon, that old serpent, which is the Devil, and Satan, and bound him a thousand years, And cast him into the bottomless pit, and shut him up, and set a seal upon him, that he should deceive the nations no more, till the thousand years should be fulfilled: and after that he must be loosed a little season. And I saw thrones, and they sat upon them, and judgment was given unto them: and I saw the souls of them that were beheaded for the witness of Jesus, and for the word of God, and which had not worshipped the beast, neither his image, neither had received his mark upon their foreheads, or in their hands; and they lived and reigned with Christ a thousand years.
But the rest of the dead lived not again until the thousand years were finished. This is the first resurrection. Blessed and holy is he that hath part in the first resurrection: on such the second death hath no power, but they shall be priests of God and of Christ, and shall reign with him a thousand years. And when the thousand years are expired, Satan shall be loosed out of his prison, And shall go out to deceive the nations which are in the four quarters of the earth, Gog, and Magog, to gather them together to battle: the number of whom is as the sand of the sea. And they went up on the breadth of the earth, and compassed the camp of the saints about, and the beloved city: and fire came down from God out of heaven, and devoured them. And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever. And I saw a great white throne, and him that sat on it, from whose face the earth and the heaven fled away; and there was found no place for them.

The Last Supper Of Tony Conti and Taylor Swift #TaylorDateTony

* Jesus pray for me
* Luke pray for me
* Dedicated to #TaylorDateTony

---The Last Supper Of Tony Conti and Taylor Swift

Taylor, my love for you is
leading my emotions somewhere,
is a strange man in a city of Great
Expectations carrying a pitcher
of water, hope filled to the brim,
relief engravings on it of Adam
and Eve in a full embrace before the fall,
apace as if for something preplanned,
destined. And all I want is to date you,
to confab in the Upper Room of
affections of two people besotted,
to stare longingly into your blue eyes…
forever.        My fingers lust to stroke
blonde hair of the female Son of Man.
We would celebrate that my grief finally
did a Passover, that the mortal wounds of
prior rejections inflicted upon me by mean
girls, sword in the hand of the Angel of
Death of Dating just dashed by us, as if
forgetful. Oh bae, if only we could dine
together, drink coffee. It would be the Last
Supper of me single…You my heart’s
savior, and my joy like eleven
apostles forever adoring, faces warmed
by candles, charmed by your singing.

-----Luke 22:10-20
And he said unto them, Behold, when ye are entered into the city, there shall a man meet you, bearing a pitcher of water; follow him into the house where he entereth in. And ye shall say unto the goodman of the house, The Master saith unto thee, Where is the guestchamber, where I shall eat the passover with my disciples? And he shall shew you a large upper room furnished: there make ready. And they went, and found as he had said unto them: and they made ready the passover. And when the hour was come, he sat down, and the twelve apostles with him. And he said unto them, With desire I have desired to eat this passover with you before I suffer: For I say unto you, I will not any more eat thereof, until it be fulfilled in the kingdom of God. And he took the cup, and gave thanks, and said, Take this, and divide it among yourselves: For I say unto you, I will not drink of the fruit of the vine, until the kingdom of God shall come. And he took bread, and gave thanks, and brake it, and gave unto them, saying, This is my body which is given for you: this do in remembrance of me. Likewise also the cup after supper, saying, This cup is the new testament in my blood, which is shed for you.

Anthem Of A Future Leader

* Jesus pray for me
* Joshua pray for me
* Moses pray for me

+-------"Anthem Of A Future Leader; The Thoughts Of Joshua Son of Nun Alone In The Tabernacle."

Why me?
Ive seen things that shouldn’t
be seen, been privy to secret
phenomena of other worlds.
What does it all mean,
the deep baritone bass of God
in a dark cumulus cloud whirling,
bright flames of fire within a vortex
so close to me I can touch them,
the earth riveted by dazzling lightning
and ear splitting peals of thunder
that defy the senses, as if Spirit
has the same type of passions
as men? What does it mean that garbled
pleading of Egyptians in the sea
inspired me more profoundly there,
Summit of Sinai, the Mysterious Desert
Mountain verboten for others to
touch, than they did before our arduous
ascent? The stone law, divine
fingers concealed behind thick haze, the
quick tempered man, Pharoah's orphan
that herds Israel with a lisp? His emotive
eyes epically tell me of things his mouth
refuses to corroborate…That this
is just the beginning: these experiences
are like clay molded, hardened for use.
The Veiled Potter is shaping a vessel
for greatness, to one day lead his people.
Using my hands, not the Rod of Moses.

-----Exodus 24:9-13; 33:9-11
Then went up Moses, and Aaron, Nadab, and Abihu, and seventy of the elders of Israel: And they saw the God of Israel: and there was under his feet as it were a paved work of a sapphire stone, and as it were the body of heaven in his clearness. And upon the nobles of the children of Israel he laid not his hand: also they saw God, and did eat and drink. And the Lord said unto Moses, Come up to me into the mount, and be there: and I will give thee tables of stone, and a law, and commandments which I have written; that thou mayest teach them. And Moses rose up, and his minister Joshua: and Moses went up into the mount of God; And it came to pass, as Moses entered into the tabernacle, the cloudy pillar descended, and stood at the door of the tabernacle, and the Lord talked with Moses. And all the people saw the cloudy pillar stand at the tabernacle door: and all the people rose up and worshipped, every man in his tent door. And the Lord spake unto Moses face to face, as a man speaketh unto his friend. And he turned again into the camp: but his servant Joshua, the son of Nun, a young man, departed not out of the tabernacle.

Band Of Brothers

* Jesus pray for me
* Joseph pray for me

But think on me when it shall be well with thee, and shew kindness, I pray thee, unto me, and make mention of me unto Pharaoh, and bring me out of this house- Genesis 40:14

+--------"Band Of Brothers; Joseph's Last Words To The Baker and Butler In Prison"

Every night after the candle
is snuffed and the pitch black
hides the thick film of gook on them,
I imagine our lives without these bars. I
dispel, completely, the notion that the
smoke trails and stray embers
unconsciously and indefatigably lure our
worn spirits to the other side during sleep.
Brothers I refuse to give in that way. I
remain positive. I envision the day
our hands and fingers lose their familiarity
with iron, our wrists disavow all shamed
salutations with rusted shackles, and our
minds drab dialogues with dimwitted
guards. I try to imagine the way things
were, before, and how much better
they’ll be, Pharaoh’s mercy the sun,
his smile a silver key set refracting
joyous light of freedom onto our faces.
Oh please remember, when you visit him
up above,
all the times we shared, make mention
of our bonds, three kindred souls below,
(one interpreter) determined dungeon
dwellers that didnt despair. Until then,
before we sleep, let's whisper (together)
the prisoners’ chant I taught you
for sweet dreams:  
"The blessings will come
The blessings will come. Anyday now
our freedom…comes"

-----Genesis 39:17-40:8
And she spake unto him according to these words, saying, The Hebrew servant, which thou hast brought unto us, came in unto me to mock me: And it came to pass, as I lifted up my voice and cried, that he left his garment with me, and fled out. And it came to pass, when his master heard the words of his wife, which she spake unto him, saying, After this manner did thy servant to me; that his wrath was kindled. And Joseph's master took him, and put him into the prison, a place where the king's prisoners were bound: and he was there in the prison. But the Lord was with Joseph, and shewed him mercy, and gave him favour in the sight of the keeper of the prison. And the keeper of the prison committed to Joseph's hand all the prisoners that were in the prison; and whatsoever they did there, he was the doer of it. The keeper of the prison looked not to any thing that was under his hand; because the Lord was with him, and that which he did, the Lord made it to prosper. And it came to pass after these things, that the butler of the king of Egypt and his baker had offended their lord the king of Egypt. And Pharaoh was wroth against two of his officers, against the chief of the butlers, and against the chief of the bakers. And he put them in ward in the house of the captain of the guard, into the prison, the place where Joseph was bound. And the captain of the guard charged Joseph with them, and he served them: and they continued a season in ward. And they dreamed a dream both of them, each man his dream in one night, each man according to the interpretation of his dream, the butler and the baker of the king of Egypt, which were bound in the prison. And Joseph came in unto them in the morning, and looked upon them, and, behold, they were sad. And he asked Pharaoh's officers that were with him in the ward of his lord's house, saying, Wherefore look ye so sadly to day? And they said unto him, We have dreamed a dream, and there is no interpreter of it. And Joseph said unto them, Do not interpretations belong to God? tell me them, I pray you.

To The Wolf That Ate Taylor Swift's Dress In The #OutOfTheWoods Video.. I Hate You. #TaylorDateTony

* Jesus pray for me
* Paul pray for me
* dedicated to #TaylorDateTony

+--------To The Wolf That Ate Taylor Swift's Dress In The #OutOfTheWoods Video....I Am  The Shepherd Of The #TaylorDateTony Movement!!! So I Hate You.

What is the plight of the Shepherd
but to clench the staff, squint eagle
eyes and circumnavigate the
borders of his plains? “To protect
and serve.” “To track down straying
wool wanderers in woods, to lead Mom
and ewe to banks of fresh water
streams, to fleece tenderly” – this the
oath he has sworn in heart, ratified
by sheep bleats, recited in his
dreams, and feared by those set
to prey on the flock. For it is the
dried wood of his anger, the flint of
excuses for holocaust.
                                  And you are
a whiskered enemy of the Gospel of Love
(Christ), depraved scavenger bereft of
soul, harboring within your corrupt heart
the gall to eat the dress of Taylor Swift!!!
the music industry’s most precious Lamb!
Feel the rod of my raging emotions for this
here,
the slit of my dagger of malcontent
across your underbelly. Behold, now,
disembodied, a fur coat of your own blood
flung strand by strand back into the
wicked wilderness from which you came.
Your lifeless skinned body adrift in a river,
scent of opportunity for beasts hungry.

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Beware of the false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly are ravenous wolves – Matt. 7:15

I know that after my departure savage wolves will come in among you, not sparing the flock. – Acts 20:29

Taylor Swift, My Sweet Abaddon #TaylorDateTony

* Jesus pray for me
* John pray for me
* dedicated to #TaylorDateTony

+--------Taylor Swift, My Sweet Abaddon With Keys To My Heart's Bottomless Pit

Taylor tell me you have the key, tell me
please, the end is near, that your
bedazzling topaz eyes gazing into mine
are portents, tell me they are stars.
Stars blazing trails from your joyous heaven
to my lonely earth of singleness cratering
a bottomless pit of new romantic
possibilities, thick smoke of passion
ascending, billowing in winds of change.
Oh babes, Iet your sweet whispers
in my ear while we sip coffee be
an apocalyptic trumpet pointed skyward
and forcefully blown, a richly sweet,
sonorous beckoning of paranormal locusts
of your love for me - with the sting of
scorpions, faces like men, hair like women,
teeth like lions. For mean girls of perdition
have run rampant, transgressing the sacred
laws of emotions, sinning the
unforgiveable sin of irreparably tearing
my heart asunder and laughing. Cruelly
unfeeling. If you kiss me, they will writhe
in the jealous torment of wild beasts'
anguish for five months. Ashes of
my Dateless Fallen World brutally waylaid.

-----Revelation 9:1-12
And the fifth angel sounded, and I saw a star fall from heaven unto the earth: and to him was given the key of the bottomless pit. And he opened the bottomless pit; and there arose a smoke out of the pit, as the smoke of a great furnace; and the sun and the air were darkened by reason of the smoke of the pit. And there came out of the smoke locusts upon the earth: and unto them was given power, as the scorpions of the earth have power. And it was commanded them that they should not hurt the grass of the earth, neither any green thing, neither any tree; but only those men which have not the seal of God in their foreheads. And to them it was given that they should not kill them, but that they should be tormented five months: and their torment was as the torment of a scorpion, when he striketh a man. And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it; and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them. And the shapes of the locusts were like unto horses prepared unto battle; and on their heads were as it were crowns like gold, and their faces were as the faces of men. And they had hair as the hair of women, and their teeth were as the teeth of lions. And they had breastplates, as it were breastplates of iron; and the sound of their wings was as the sound of chariots of many horses running to battle. And they had tails like unto scorpions, and there were stings in their tails: and their power was to hurt men five months. And they had a king over them, which is the angel of the bottomless pit, whose name in the Hebrew tongue is Abaddon, but in the Greek tongue hath his name Apollyon. One woe is past; and, behold, there come two woes more hereafter

The Girdle

* Jesus pray for me
* Paul pray for me

+-----"The Girdle; The Last Words Of The Apostle Paul To His Brothers Concerning The Prophecy Of Agabus"

On the road to Damascus even
my horse was tense, my inner
thighs pulsing to the accelerated
rhythms of his heart. I pulled taut
the reins. I remember closing my eyes
then, and reciting Gamaliel’s
last words to me, a calming refrain –
“Saul, glory isnt found in the places
you’ve been but where youre going.
Its not in Egypt, but the desert, its
not in the desert but Sinai, its not
in Sinai but Canaan, not in Canaan
but Jerusalem…then Zion”
I haven’t forgotten. The hallowed words
of the Quintessential Pharisee echo down
halls in my soul, this girdle he gave me
a sacred relic of the fervent love
we shared, an admonition to be prepared
to fasten a tunic and cloak in haste,
to rush to embrace life’s journeys. So
dont weep for me brothers; One day
we'll all see the face of Christ. Until then,
press on. Scoffing at the dangers, until
we're really Home, seek Zion.

-----Acts 21:8-15
And the next day we that were of Paul's company departed, and came unto Caesarea: and we entered into the house of Philip the evangelist, which was one of the seven; and abode with him. And the same man had four daughters, virgins, which did prophesy. And as we tarried there many days, there came down from Judaea a certain prophet, named Agabus. And when he was come unto us, he took Paul's girdle, and bound his own hands and feet, and said, Thus saith the Holy Ghost, So shall the Jews at Jerusalem bind the man that owneth this girdle, and shall deliver him into the hands of the Gentiles. And when we heard these things, both we, and they of that place, besought him not to go up to Jerusalem. Then Paul answered, What mean ye to weep and to break mine heart? for I am ready not to be bound only, but also to die at Jerusalem for the name of the Lord Jesus. And when he would not be persuaded, we ceased, saying, The will of the Lord be done. And after those days we took up our carriages, and went up to Jerusalem.