https://soundcloud.com/ralph-g-warcloud/the-conscience
"My only friend, counselor, and second in command,
the only voice that speaks to me on a regular basis with zero bias, I never feel alone with its presence. The conscience yearns and suffers with those of conscientiousness, as for those absent of conscience, their pain is suffering the limitations of their exploits.
The black clouds...eternal stain, the bottomless contrived, the ever present weaver of mischievousness, bridges that burn, souls that yearn, the stare that pierce the soul, the cries that molest my deep sleep, and the eternal alarm that never seems to flee."
If one is conscious, one is awake, alert, aware, one searches for something that fills voids. An individual seeks a treasure in the same matter, life saving knowledge is reserved for those yearning and sighing for greater revelation in their internal conflict. Yes the conscious is an internal conflict being carried out by your divine implants, our father loves his children, this self guiding exchange is ever present...why not seek it and stop the obstructions.
I'm not your enemy Oh Almighty one' just merely a benefactor of your great benevolence, I ride the wind on behalf of your directions, I breathe this substance that energizes every cell in my contemptible state of folly and ignorance.Why would you hold such blindness to your stature? Allow me to serve out your time in the space allotment! Did you not received me with jubilee when I first cracked open the sacred chamber? Why do I perceive the Spirit in retrieval?
What has happened to my dreams of delight, where sons hold their father's hand and feel a sense of security! Were you not the master craftsman whom put words of meaning in my mouth? Shall we journey together or should I perish in the hands of tomb-robbers? and body snatchers! They plot against the Most Holiest day and night, my soul feels devastation from the twisted views, let me fight on your side Oh mighty warrior! Was I not the last out of a great crowd? and did you not plan my exit well? I was my mother's birthday gift, she was in a blissful joy in labor pains...you have rewarded her well.
Are you not the one referenced in your own writings, with extended hands, making invitations and selections? Then allow me to fatten myself for a little while until the final call, in the banquet table!
Let the anointment and sacrifice take place as you so wish...but permit me to honor the Most High God and Holiest of Holiest.
Raphael G
"My only friend, counselor, and second in command,
the only voice that speaks to me on a regular basis with zero bias, I never feel alone with its presence. The conscience yearns and suffers with those of conscientiousness, as for those absent of conscience, their pain is suffering the limitations of their exploits.
The black clouds...eternal stain, the bottomless contrived, the ever present weaver of mischievousness, bridges that burn, souls that yearn, the stare that pierce the soul, the cries that molest my deep sleep, and the eternal alarm that never seems to flee."
If one is conscious, one is awake, alert, aware, one searches for something that fills voids. An individual seeks a treasure in the same matter, life saving knowledge is reserved for those yearning and sighing for greater revelation in their internal conflict. Yes the conscious is an internal conflict being carried out by your divine implants, our father loves his children, this self guiding exchange is ever present...why not seek it and stop the obstructions.
I'm not your enemy Oh Almighty one' just merely a benefactor of your great benevolence, I ride the wind on behalf of your directions, I breathe this substance that energizes every cell in my contemptible state of folly and ignorance.Why would you hold such blindness to your stature? Allow me to serve out your time in the space allotment! Did you not received me with jubilee when I first cracked open the sacred chamber? Why do I perceive the Spirit in retrieval?
What has happened to my dreams of delight, where sons hold their father's hand and feel a sense of security! Were you not the master craftsman whom put words of meaning in my mouth? Shall we journey together or should I perish in the hands of tomb-robbers? and body snatchers! They plot against the Most Holiest day and night, my soul feels devastation from the twisted views, let me fight on your side Oh mighty warrior! Was I not the last out of a great crowd? and did you not plan my exit well? I was my mother's birthday gift, she was in a blissful joy in labor pains...you have rewarded her well.
Are you not the one referenced in your own writings, with extended hands, making invitations and selections? Then allow me to fatten myself for a little while until the final call, in the banquet table!
Let the anointment and sacrifice take place as you so wish...but permit me to honor the Most High God and Holiest of Holiest.
Raphael G
