Invisible Slave Masters by Darmie Orem
I freed from bondage of thee.
In the horrific ocean voyage of the midnight,
When stars are not shining, when the passenger all around me
converse in tongues I know not to the chronicles of the grieving events of my
life; when the winds are breathing heavily down my sobs, when my thoughts with the
distance journey traveled to the Legend Land, in my heart I feel shackles
broken.
Though the Stranger sees my explanation of demonic torment
to be barbaric superstition, he hath helped me with description to the Legend
Land where streets are paved with golden stones, tied, smooth and narrow like
the paths to the Creator's Harbor.
The doors to the houses there are wide like the size of a garage.
The tender blowing air in the city is balm to the troubled soul.
Like a journey into a sweet dream, the Land speaks of
ancient glamor like paradise from the other side.
Then it dawn upon my heart as I follow the foot path to the
Legend harbor that I live on the other side of this wealthy Land.
Poverty, Lack, Limitation and Loneliness has become my
inseparable companions.
O, that I might be lifted from grass to high places with the
help of the Legend of my life whom I seek.
Rid of all my worldly clothing, my Legend, the Exorcist;
wrapped the snow sparkling apparel round my body gaunt from suffering and a piece of it round my
head.
The exorcism was not the usual type of rolling on the floor,
pointing the cross at wild demons type portrayed in the fictional world of
movies.
It was done prophetically with prayers observed in strange
language naming each of the INVISIBLE SLAVE MASTERS - the evil entities that
has imprisoned my glory from the day of
my conception.
Tied to the leafy palm tree lighted about with seven
white candles; cross laid at my feet.
My heart thumps loudly in my chest looking down at the exorcist, the legend kneeling at the front of the Holy Book.
There is only one question in my head which is - is this the chosen exorcist, the Legend meant to rescue me in life to my Land of Glory?
Weather he is or not, my heart intervene with my
deliverance.
And from within my soul I freed from the decade torments of
the Invisible Slave Masters.
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