Ten by Gregory B. Whaley - May 6, 2018 - Poem

The message continues, My son
You've been writing it all along
I am still here with you
Those others really following along
Now teach them, My son
And bring them back to the cross
Though some continue to bathe, in Hell's black moss
For within you, My son
I will suffer no loss!

I've given you the ability to fight
To speak My Holy Word
I'm still holding you tight--
I refuse to let this one go--
Your psychic abilities, are not truly your foe
Just use My words, along with My previous, saved souls...

Keep writing these things down, as you have been instructed
Don't listen to them--
I know where you've been--
Now go on listening to track ten
It's a radical awakening
For some of those others to face
It is a long, and mighty race
I was there, when you tied, your first shoelace...

You know little Lucifer will be bound
You know their sins have been found
As they conglomerate to triangulate
The location of My servants
They're the beasts from the east
You are My baker's yeast
Tonight we dine together
And you are well fleeced!

Now keep soldiering on, My son
You're not quite out yet
They'll continue to wreak
Those spoken threats, and their dirty little tests
It simply angers them
That you're already Mine
A part of My holy, and chosen divine
That other one, just wants you to continue to pine...

They stalk you, and taunt you
They put you down--
They mock you and haunt you--
I'm still all around
They stripped you of your clothing
Just as they did My begotten
Some of them thought
You were just spoiled rotten

They piddle, and belittle
They fiddle, and riddle
While I still widell
The morning star plays, his tiny little fiddle...

Now look at the cross
Your sins I've washed away
My Lord, I will, continue to pray
They cannot stop the chosen
We have all already been woven
We've heard the Spirit's spoken
I told them I was on their side
They kept wanting me to hide
While their side, is merely falsified
But in my precious elders, I still choose to confide...

They're hurting themselves
Due to what they've been through
They try to kill away the pain
Of what they abstain
But those selfish few, remain in My view
They give them contusions
And shock them to death
They're dealing in meth
And speaking by shibboleth
They're really using, that old serpent's breath...

The evil propagate, and terrorize
They burglarize--
While you familiarize
Your intelligence disturbs them
You push against, their broken system
You're doing it all right
They just want you to fight--
Just obey Me
They'll continue to see
Forgive them, My Father
They still want to bother
While I pray at Your altar
They want me to falter--
I wear Your halter
I speak Your Psalter
You, my Lord are my Rock of Gibraltar!!!

You knew she was trouble
When she said you were brooding
While I knew all along, that you were still fruiting
They treat you like a criminal
Just as they did, My only Son
Remember this war is already won
She is your end game, your spoken eighteen
So just don't worry
The one I have sent
Is really of purity...

She's your Revelation 19:7
With a horse of white hair
Your stroking your fingers
Through her long blond stare
She does not deny Me, before any of the men
She still really knows, just why your soul, is already whole
She doesn't even try to lure you in
She doesn't know your anger
She doesn't speak your sin...

She sees your heart
And how it completely fell apart
She hurt you that badly--
You truly felt that sadly
You cried every day
And all those nights you prayed
I made sure you lived
I guarded your heart
I wouldn't let you die--
I see you now, while you continue cry...

But Lord, they use their tempers
To get me to whimper
Her threat of September
How do I know just who all follows
And just who is it, that still chooses to wallow???

My hands are so damaged and feeble
I feel like a weeble
They consider me a threat
Like some kind of bounty of Boba Fett
They treat me with heat
And try to shock my brain
I call upon the last of Cain
He walks upon this Earth
Still knowing his curse
His sin so perverse
His message adverse...

You do know the answer
It's in the book of Job
Diablo himself, still travels this globe
Now treat them all, as you would the pagans
You heard the message of Ronald Reagan
Do not be concerned with the ones that are taken
You, My son, are not forsaken!