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

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+-------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

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* 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

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* 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

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* 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

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* 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

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* 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

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* 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.