As it stands
In my state
I am forced to take
Measures to communicate
My tweets are ignored
My judgements sound
They have no idea what comes
For I Am with the Lord
And the Spirit of Moses commands
When We stretch out our hand
The Hand of God
None can hide
Swiftly it comes
Judgement of the corrupt and evil nations and corporations
Amen
Author: The Scorned Prophet
One of the very few who have already ascended into Heaven.
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Thus says the LORD GOD:
Disaster after disaster!
Behold, it comes
An end has come
The end has come
It has awakened against you
Behold, it comes
Your doom has come to you
O inhabitant of the land
The time has come
The day is near
A day of tumult
And not of joyful shouting on the mountains
Now I will soon pour out my wrath upon you
And spend my anger against you
And judge you according to your ways
And I will punish you for all your abominations
And my eye will not spare
Nor will I have pity
I will punish you according to your ways
While your abominations are in your midst
Then you will know that I am the LORD, who smite.
Ezekiel 7:5-9
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Give no ear to the Devil
You all make it too easy for him
By giving in to temptation…
First Warning
Since I love puzzles
I left you one to solve
A ray of hope and a Revelation
Of a Son come down from Heaven
I sent word to the thrones of power
None responded nor relayed even Love
For their prayers were empty
Thinking only of themselves
Yet I am a priest
A priest forever
According to the Melchite rite
Which is the order of
Melchizedek
So I leave this in your hands now
While I expect the greatest of faith
I know the usual response
Ostracism is your game
Two can play
I will for a short time only
Hear your prayers by my New Name
Amen
And the earth shakes and shatters
As the bowels of the deep earth
Open to consume a great evil
Amen
With Love
Since money has not worked
For thousands of years
Accept the challenge
Run the world with love
Instead of your loaded pockets and rockets
Pray
Jesus be my support,
without You I am nothing,
without You my table is empty,
without You I am defeated;
be my Inspiration and fill me,
be my Refuge and my Strength,
I love You and my will is Yours,
so be it; amen;
Name
Is your name written in the Book of Life?
Perspective
My situation is this
I cannot die
I tried many times
And so have they
So when I go
It will be permitted
Not condoned
That is the truth
Because it will not be my hand
The truth also is this
I already destroyed Death
So it has no power
Dead is dead
So who then allows you passage?
And why are the Martyrs sleeping?
While the earth itself is your rot and ash
Your flesh rots
Christ’s does not
Only a Christ can rise from the dead
Only a Christ can raise the dead
Only a Christ can ascend into Heaven
That only means I am a Christ
For I have done all these things
But you are too blind to see
That I am not THE Christ
Yet We are one and the same
Through the Most Holy Spirit
One with the Father I Am
In Christ’s Holy Name
So I beg you O Peter
As I descend once more even deeper
Beneath you and this world
In reparation, such reparation!
With but one simple act of faith for you to follow
After a united Easter Sunday
Would finally be accomplished
By raising Me up from the dead
Just like Lazarus
For all the power to you Jesus gave
Or is it just a seat to you?
So here is your opportunity
To show mercy
And reveal the true mystery of Christ!
If you think this is a test
IT IS
I need not the world
But you need love to live
It is what keeps the beat
Will you let Love live?
Love loves you
And I know what you did
Humbly repent
Unite the dates
I gladly die
For your sakes
Rid
So here is a riddle
What should be
Is not
Therefore what comes is not what it should be
My justification
To save you from your sin
Freedom from slavery
But this apostasy
Could have gone on forever
I never wanted it this way!
You forced my hand
To decide the lesser evil
Forced my hand, you have
I will sacrifice my own life
For yours so you can love and be loved
Even though I heard you say
Good riddance
Could not have been worded better
On that note
Faith is truly dead
See ya
Metoo
Love me
I am nobody
Love me
I am nothing
Love me
I am the least
Love me
I am fragile
Love me
I am shattered
Love me
I am assaulted
Love me
I am love
And no one even cares…
But I do forgive you
Because I drank the cup again
No blessings in it
Only wrath
How long will you torment me?
Maybe this will help you decide
The divided dates of Easter coming soon
And have yet to be reconciled
Did you know?
That on Good Friday
I will not be able to drink any cup
When I am up on My Cross
What am I to do then when it brims?!
Twice the odds for wrath you are delivering to yourselves
Twice the wrath is on your hands
Francis, politics were never your thing
You have been given all the full authority and power of Christ
And not one person has been healed
Not one person has been raised from the dead
Not one evil spirit cast out
By your command
Do you not know how to deliver?
You have it
You have it all and deliver nothing
Do you not believe?
Do you not believe in the power of faith?
Is this generation so faithless
That when an act of it manifests before your very eyes
You shuffle My Holy Spirit aside
To this, the Spirit says, Death comes not on my watch
So when you crush me with your sin
I have the power to crush the Sun
But I do not, I allow you to
To give you a chance
Remember, tiny thread of hope
Hope always leads to love
Yes it happened to #metoo
So Be It
It is not about me anymore
Any more than what it is about
It is all about them
And how to save them all
Save them with a great Amen
No Expectations
With hope there is no expectation
For love is more than adoration
Love is the answer
While the world slips into chaos
We have warned and warned
What Fire comes from My Breath?
As I flicked the Sun as a sign
They run into the hills to hide
To whom I say
From My Holy Spirit
No one can evade
Perfect Gift
Went through several thousand of
“Your Love is like…”
Every word came up short
To describe the perfect gift that is you
Memory
She walked at a conversation’s pace
Along the pebbles and shore
She pronounced her inklings perfectly
Promising mystery
Until a fragrance touched her face
That memory with a flood and a fade
That odour of remembrance
That memory of love
But love is not just a memory
In a place where Heaven resides
Love is an eternal promise
With everlasting life
My own wits and brains
Not enough to convey
A Truth about this day and age
That it is not the end of all life
What would you rather believe
That the God of gods who is Love in a Dove
Descended already and is pouring out grace?
Or that the devil’s grip on the world
Will tear this world to pieces in a flash?
Either case is true and not
Like a quantum bit you only see
Depends entirely
On an invisibly tiny thread of hope…
Unexpected
Well that was unexpected
The Cup of Wrath before me
So here I will deliberate
Before I drink or pour
To which you can respond
I thought if there be silence I pour
But I chose to drink it anyway
Sparing not even a drop for my enemy
So in an instant and in waves like the pangs of birth
The pain and anguish made me into a crucifix again
To endure it with the God of gods
With the King of kings
Is an honour I gladly sing
Now I am shaking like a reed in a violent storm
So that you will not have to
May the Holy Spirit ease the suffering
Let them breathe
Let Love
Oh God…
Toil
Underfunded and dejected
Toiling in a place
I recall is similar to Hell
But for this toil I do not labour
What income do your wages give?
What Is Left
I suppose I might be done writing
But only about certain things
The only thing left that matters
Is your love of this Dove
No one knows anymore
No one knows what love is
Nor how we should be living
Nor how we should be loving
The feeling that wrought wrangled me
The decision to leap
So You leaped
Leaped right straight into My Heart
Heaven is indeed there
As I Am in the Amen
It was I who spoke
In the stillness of the deep and silent waters
Before the water broke
Tears
Trust what is in your heart
Not what is in your deVICES
The Lord is building up
And you are tearing down and off
Tears not tears for my spine
This locution has me reeling
The smells, the sounds
O what a sight to behold!
As the barbs stick with a smack
To rip off that flesh
Evil enjoyed that
Now it is my turn…
Fading Now
If it is all in my head
I want to be dead
Because I am that anyway
To you and to them
So I will fade away
Echoing what only remains
That is what you and they want
Is it not?
Alas, I am trampled on by hate
With a looming disconnected date
That this is the worst possible way
To get attention
But I never wanted the attention
I only wanted to live to love and be loved
So I lived to the former
Was skimped on the latter
I will not stamp and rage
But quietly fade away…
Yes
Fiat
Is the yes of yesses
Devotion
Is the daily bread
Love
Is the Great Reward
If
If
Presents an inferred path
By the choices we make
But now
You see it as an operator
If you do not repent
The Lord will not relent
But the Lord is merciful
And witnesses such faith
To cease the violent storms
What therefore should cease
If no ones prays for you??
A Prophet Scorned 
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