Oh! Sorrowful Heart! (w/God) I felt a fragment of His† heart –barely a fragment the Sorrow buried deep– I can't even start He† looks east He† looks west –there is no one I beg for Him†– 'look some more' He† says: 'it's no use they are too proud even with the given tools they conceal‒ what they're told –they Fear the crowd' He† bows His† head –shows me all those dead He† wishes they'd understand to whom they are wed but they refuse to listen as did their forefathers –the law of Love they easily shed so their egos‒ can get fed as to me– each time He† speaks more silver...in sneaks of more and more Truth‒ Wisdom.... He† gives me a peek –clearly...the why– I see ‒then not– all lost at sea 'do your part' He† tells me 'it'll be okay' He† reassures me but my heart feels the Sorrow time can no longer– be borrowed the harvest...soon– to be sorted the Good from the bad what will live what will be burned the judgment is spewing a peach that won't survive yet the target will die before he finishes the job a people up in roar no longer able to soar all across the Earth sticks and bricks– equal the same a spilled Sorrowful heart plants itself in every town plants itself– against every nation oh! Sorrowful, mourning heart taking the children– for its own for it found no home ‒all sacred, Holy Love disappeared‒ in trye's blood-soaked flood 'prophesy against them' says the Almighty Lord† –all I want to do is pray He† says: 'it's too late‒ they live in sedate' so I cry– I feel His† Sorrowful heart a tiny, tiny piece of it He† bows His† head as I close my eyes see...all those dead all those who forgot to whom– they were wed
(January 25, 2020) Note: The photograph that accompany’s this work was taken November 9, 2019, Certainty of Visions. It may seem a random shot of my hair, but it isn’t. The V was put there and not by me. It symbolizes Vengeance. To further state His, that would be God, message, on November 11, 2019, He sent us the Avenging Angel, which He not only points out with the green Orb but also by putting an arrow in the sky to be sure that I see it and point it out to you. This isn’t a joke. This is as real as it gets. People from all around the world will start getting messages. Pay attention.
As always, the bold italic in the work is the Words of God. He directed me to Jeremiah last night and the line that He wanted me to see: ‘because there is no one who cares’. You think He isn’t here for some reason. You think He isn’t paying attention. He is always paying attention.
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