The Resurrection Of A Criminal; I Am A Christian
The Resurrection Of A Criminal; I Am A Christian
I sit in a 8/11 cell all the world that lives within my tomb,
I've been in prison nine years now almost ten; this is my second
trip to the house of treason. I've spent 80 percent of my life
behind bars. The scars is too much, and the death I live within
self, lord I cry no more; I have sold my soul to Satan, your
pains shall be no more, the only regret is the tears upon your
eyes, I got where I am by simply being ignorant and using
violence to remedy the hate I had for self, I'm currently doing
life for murder. I am in prison over a drug deal gone bad in
which someone was killed. I am serving life for murder.
Nevertheless my death sentence is the lack of my loyality to
God; I now live like an animal in a cage.
I saw the angel that sat before my bed, never knowing I was
worthy; of the Almighty name, but yet my testimonial that stands
before the resurrection, I have done much harm, abolishment of
humble; I have never known, the lord said come to me as you are,
their was know battle that could block the beauty of the Angel;
the tears upon my eyes, I fell upon my knees the Almighty God
said tell me my name.
He said my Son know man has fell without sin, the test is to
bring you home humble as a child, but yet the battle you have
fought, Satan shall not have your soul, nevertheless you have
found me in a bounded hole, suffer to those who call my name, I
shall give you warmth and peace, I have visited you and you
shall bow down to me. My son's sit upon an 8'11 tomb, I shall
forgive for there is know back door where I live. Surrender in
the name of the Son, I shall bring you to the peace full land.
Teach the words of my psalms for I have cried many times,
yet I the father of Love, I the father have felt the pain,
betrayal of my creations, and treason to my son, of sacrifice,
for who so ever come and teach the words of thy God, no trust
passes shall follow you in my house. Their shall never be peace
upon the land, for every man shall bow his knee, and every
tongue shall confess, there is no calm if the laws don't come
from my house.
I shall teach you the psalms of my blue print, there is no
freedom unless righteousness is the foundation, their shall be
know family, if righteousness is not prayed together, their
shall be know glory if you serve two masters, I have the Key to
peace and trinity in my house, but yet I say upon this land of
my bounty, their shall be spiritual warfare, I shall steal from
the cradle before Satan claims my children. But unto thee who
breeds the children of the devil, the blood streams of the
un-wanted suffer, and the generations continue to curse, the
paradise that God has given, how can man honor his nation, for
every seed that is given, the rebirth to another generation,
shall kill his self, treason that he pass on to his breeder,
what ever, and who so ever shall follow in the way of
generations.
jackiamos2@netzero.com
I have walked you through hell, I have silently waited for your
return, In this life the transformation shall be the out come of
your survival, in the words of love, I shall take you to another
level of understanding, as you sit in the dungeon of hell, I
have your attention, the humble shall seek the house of the
lord, as I speak man shall listen, the utters of hate shall
block the voices of my humble servants. I shall show you the
Angels of my house, I shall break the darkness, I shall speak to
you in the mist of the night, no one shall know my calling.
Many who come in my name, betrayal they sit before my name, the
tears that sit upon my trust, the love I have given in hope, but
yet Satan rejoyce of his work, nevertheless, you call my name in
pain, but I shall have the last word, those who trick my
childrens soul, for every man shall sit upon the land, when I
speak their shall be know words upon his mouth.