S.O.S.

"Who will separate us from the love of the Christ? Will tribulation or distress or persecution or hunger or nakedness or danger or sword? Just as it is written: “For your sake we are being put to death all day long, we have been accounted as sheep for slaughtering.” To the contrary, in all these things we are coming off completely victorious through him that loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life nor angels nor governments nor things now here nor things to come nor powers nor height nor depth nor any other creation will be able to separate us from God’s love that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." (Quote from Romans 8:35-39, one of my favorites...)

The following is a reflection on the subject, that describes my monologues when attacks come to my faith. And the security that as long as there is will, there is hope, be cause there is God.


There Seems No Hope
For This Your  Difusion,
Desilusion, Infusion,
The Spirits Of Pollution
No Weapon Defeats
The Scares Of Intrusion
This Monster Of Soul,
This Gas Of Disolution...
The Spirits Of God,
The Angels, His Kingdom
The Power Of Ghosts,
Of Mankinds, Of Fusions,
Nothing Will Melt
The Big Wall You Built Upon,
To Shelter Of  Agony
Of The Baby In Your Mind's Whomb
For The S.O.S Of Freedom
Is Comming From Inside
From The Spirit Within,
From  The Hope Of Your Incomes
From The Triumph Of Your Will,
From  Reaching The Coast
From The Ship Of Your Life,
Where Your Mind Is Your Captain.