Rage.
In its purity is red,
glistening, pulsating, dripping, burning blood.
Uncontrollable, controls your head.
Vicarious…
Becomes you. fills you. takes over you.
Ancient, the strongest emotion. Precedes before all,
Anger, he felt at our fall.
Cursed.
Banished to a pitiful life,
Full of anger, death, and strife.
To toil away, eternal pain
His trust we may never gain.
Rage has always been there since time began…
The ancient perverter of hearts of men.

Fear.
Followed next, stepping into the world.
An usher to the night,
It’s black wings they came unfurled,
And all tremble in fear at the sight.
Those last two minutes of your death,
Fear precedes your final breath
Fear is Satan’s best friend,
The fiend that ushers in the end.

Depression followed in their footsteps handing alcohol and narcotics to men with hearts who had been broken and men who’s souls had died.
Oh yes he came… And with him followed suicide. A volatile mix, an end to it all, hand in hand, stride to stride. They came and mixed and wrought sadnessandhavocandpainandsadnessguiltandgrief, the souls of men had now becom dark and black, and those who fought back were under attack,
Their battle was hopeless as Satan took control,
And entered into their souls.

But the Men of God prevailed

They resisted the unholy advances,
And the lust filled trances,
And all the fake happiness and the unholy pleasure.
For of one thing they were sure,
To feel joy we must walk with him,
Free from pain and sin
To find the Truth we all seek
Whether we are strong or poor, rich or meek.

We ALL
Must walk in the in the Shadow of the LORD
To feel Joy, an emotion most adored.