I’m not a soldier of love but more a prisoner of it, how do they say, love is a battlefield and I’m losing both the battle and the war. “All Tied Up” it seems that everything I do only serves to imprison me in love’s sticky web; I’m a fly struggling.

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Was watching about haunted plantations and came up with this piece.Hoe I did not offend anyone by it.But A show about the Myrtle plantation came up on TV and gave me this idea.Natrurally,a pen and paper wasnt to far away from me.

Do you classify yourself as a Martinet? Then be sure to live alone.

Snakes or whips?

Prayer is the bridge between God and man. Prayer is the spiritual breath that exhilerates the soul. It is all-embracing, testing our stamina to endure tribulation, but by the same token, the only way through which we can assure ourselves that there is nothing to fear, but fear itself; but fear can be melted down to courage when we cross that bridge that connects us with the Lord.