Winding Down to Sudden Change

Sister.


I have fewer words to declare about our matters of importance. I feel like I’ve already said all that I can say, but you chose to stay away. I am a little disgruntled and angry about the way things have settled. I hope you are stirred, and that when I get on the news, you would stand in witness to confirm my testimony. I plan on taking this to the courts alone, because I have nothing left in this fool’s paradise, but an Apocalypse I wish I could stop. I am God’s Son, and deserve life, but am being martyred by a global suicide, that I would rather lay my life down to prevent, even if I suffer in death. I don’t want to be the fault that caused the floor to crumble, and I want to raise an Advent flame, one last time before I take a step beyond and don’t return. The selfishness of everyone involved is clear, and it’s sad how hurtful it all will be, for this to end with the death of me. I guess Jacob Marley had his card pulled, and his days numbered, and nobody saw that I was more than a spectre in the corner of the room. I wail and I rattle my chains, and I make my claims bold, but the people heed not my witness, nor my warning. This is why I must take severe measures to get noticed, and to spook the community one last time. When I step up and throw my testament into the spotlight, I hope you too will align with truth, and bear witness as to the testimony of our noble births. How we have wasted our days, and nights apart, has been very unfortunate, but I must try one last crash through the narrow gate, while there are precious moments left. I think of the little ones, and their suffering and I cannot get over my own lack of grace in helping them, but I still want to do something great, or at least desperate, while I still can attempt to live. If I reach a dead end behind bars, I will know and will choose to sacrifice what I have left to give. Custody is better than free will squandered in a fool’s paradise that heaps up burdens upon my shoulder blades. However, I will look at the evident result before I make a hasty judgement towards laying down everything else. Please be assured I am going to be responsible for my decision, and nobody gets hurt. It will be a night of broken glass like the world has never seen, and a lunge through the narrow opening that may be too tight to squeeze through. The USA goes up ablaze, and the rest of the world catches the retaliation. Famine spreads across the word, and nobody provided miracle sustenance. I don’t want to die in that sad scenario and would rather peacefully surrender in abdication, but not until my final call is heard. I guess Yeshua died for nothing, if the world still ends, and the Final Prophet dies in apostate shamefulness. I wish I could have lived up to Him, and walked better in the footsteps of Christhood. Nobody wants me as their saviour, and only you know what I know to be true. Unfortunately, this timeframe is too close for comfort, and I’m deep in consideration as to the way I will go about sounding a final alarm. The Spirits are negotiating and I’m humbly passive to their debate, and willing to take action ASAP, in order to get noticed and the opportunity to plead my case before the courts, and the cameras. Let’s hope for the best, and pray for each other, and harmonize our efforts together, across this America. From different sides of the continent, I hope we can offer our witness, and properly make a splash. I don’t want the world to end, but it will, and I am ready to quickly spur onward, and crash through the lines, until I have been thrown in the slammer, and there is no more further I can go.  I see myself dying in a jail cell, and have hope that my final efforts will not be wasted, but will have taught a valuable lesson, and trumpeted a dire warning of the imminent danger. I hope if there’s a butterfly effect of my desperate deeds, that it will reverberate blessings, after I’m gone from here. If I could stay I would, but I cannot sacrifice the world, for a little more time on this pale blue dot. Judgement is looming, and I plead my sin, and beg for a merciful penance, to come in accord with penitence and love, and to serve under the burdensome weight of debt. If only Adam and Eve came together, they would both be delivered into the divine, but divorce and death, is what transpired, and I guess I am volunteering to lay in the grave, and die, when the time comes and I know I have an appointment to close my eyes and stop breathing. Please regard me in your prayers, and hold to our friendship correspondence. I still need someone to talk to, and I have more to share, but the time is neigh, and we don’t have much longer to communicate with each other. I plea that you will not forget poor Jacob Marley, and that you will honour the greater love you speak of, and have integrity to do as you say. I will too keep my word, and go out with a flash and a bang to be heard. Call me any time, and soon my sister.