They come out of every crack, every corner, and every shadow. Born to deceive, they mount their attack. There are so many who are so meticulous and malous. They do all things to destroy me.

The light I will to give this world, they would put out forever.

And yet even here I know they are my brothers. They are in pain, and they suffer.

They call out to me for love, and I would not deny them.

They hate me for the truth I bring them.

They are possessed by demons, who rape and torment them. So much so are they abused that they are even identified with those that despitefully use them.

Here I am, a prisoner with them as well, bound by illusion, and strangled by fear.

They fill their void with anything but love, and blame me when they are no longer content or satisfied.

The one hope in all the world, the one voice in all the universe, that would bring them the peace they so desire, they see as hell and the devil.

And yet, hardly one drop of Yeheshua's blood have I