Mercy takes a risk,
to grant an enemy life;
the gamble of God.

Life itself is uncertain. Each day we wake up, anything at all could happen to us. The safety of a person comes through a prayerful life; and those prayers, they must be shaped through wisdom; but even the most devout of souls is always under risk of attack by the demonic powers, who crave more than anything to disrupt that soul’s devotion to God.

Life is war, and most souls are unprepared; so most souls go to Hell. This is a fact that people don’t like to receive; they live comfortable lives, and are unwilling to admit their own failures and shortcomings; but without any admission to fault, a soul can never grow.

They harbor war in their hearts, and glee at the thought of justice; as justice itself waits outside their door, wanting to consume them.

This is the truth; the wicked perish; and we are all born wicked, and without clinging to the cross for dear life, we remain wicked; and the wicked perish.

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