A coward awaits for miracles to cure a sick animal, availing God to take responsibility, while the animal suffers. A selfish beast kills an animal so as not to perform the duty of faith in healing and the responsibility of caring.
It is a burden beyond burdens for a reality of being set free from the pain of suffering of an animal, to then have the weight of guilt that is the reality in being relieved they are dead and suffering no more.
Yes another sick animal which is suffering and dying. The process of nature, when when the world was less civilized a knock to the head put animals and people out of their misery, but in a modern era of being informed how civilized the world is, the creatures all suffer in the miracles of medicine and the idol worship of physicians.
It is a sadness, another sadness which we do not need, and yet with Nubians, they inherit a type of neurological disorder which kills them, as does hip dysplasia in Retrievers and prolapsed uterus in Hereford cows.
I keep having my brood bereaved of me, and am expected to take it, while all of you sit in your comfort.
I was moved to write things by God's Holy Spirit, but have not the time, just the bleeding Spirit within me.
I could call you Tyre, for your are the merchandise whore of Tyre and God tires of you. I could call you prostitutes, but how does God punish whores when her own fathers, brothers and husbands are all fornicating with the adultery of this world.
There is new leadership appointed for America, not from men, but from God. Before there is Hope, there will be Judgment. In captivity will your shame be exposed, for your endless displacement of God for your own religions.
You will not see joy, but be put to shame.
My heart grieves for one animal in the process of dying and the Hope for God's Mercy to make it quick, but what is Mercy when it is my lifting and dragging a dead creature in a storm, to lay a frozen monument with other satan murdered creatures.
You demigods have reached for Heaven, but will grasp only hell.
"You have proven you are not your brother's keeper, as you are kept by satan."
- Lame Cherry
In fretful dreams, dreams you slept
Dreaming dreams of satan's kept
There for the spring which your heart leapt
The coming fall of thoughts not crept
Come there the vision but to see
The world of worlds hell's destiny
There the gauze, the wound to be
There the canker seeping free
There the darkness inside knelt
Painful wounds of bruising welt
Inside you, the you, you dealt
All you are in nothing felt
Dream the dreams, dreaming there
No rod of child, spoiled did spare
There you are without one care
As no ones mercy is for you to share
How much the silver, how much the gold
How much the lies of self were told
Nothing, nothing of you to ever hold
Hell's flame burns hot as your heart burned cold.
from the Inspiration of my favorite poet
To steal a mortal life to appease your own, will require your eternal death, as payment for the life stolen.
agtG
