Rev 21:8

August 10

To be deceit...

To be a lie...

what should your life comprise?

to what should your walking carcass aspire?

To be afraid...

To have desire...

when the words spoken are behind my back

and then severed category over my head

Do you really wish to help?

Or is your desire to control.

Pick out my mistakes, the never ending consequences that you promulgate.

From you stream ultimatum, a choice between blood and kindred spirit

And now the accusations fly, when desperation runs its course

you take my single lie, which was my forced submission to the impossible

now it becomes compounded, applied to every aspect of who i am

and vomitted in the general direction of the one who is my best friend

perhaps you expect results from this venom of untruth

or maybe just an astringent to your perceived wound

well this will only begin to create a sheltered womb

and we will grow strong in our bond -- realizing its truth

I can still remember those days of stress --

the forced communication ending,

perhaps a good idea for its time

but you cannot destroy a connection made

I was there in my friends distress

held her hand when others supressed

....

an agreement made? 

Yes, in haste, and proper at the time.

But am I to update my every dealing with you?

Can you effectively block me, eternally sanction me

from talking to one i considered a friend.

You call is deceit, you call it a lie.

Prove it.

Bring it to my face.

Or perhaps Rev 21:8 will not just apply to me.