~Magdalena~

Held in chains of darkness, ever struggling toward the Light, and not satisfied with human substitutes fashioned in the night. Not by might nor by power do i seek deliverance's hour, but only by the veracity of the Spirit of God, for i would rather remain torn and afflicted than be deluded and full of myself in the arrogance of "religion". i refuse to be "born again" by the blood or flesh or will of man; i refuse to participate in religion's conceit and deceit. i will have from God alone what God makes me to desire of Him -- or i will perish and have nothing at all but shame and ignominy. i am dry bones, dead and lifeless and scattered, drawn together and covered in sinews and given breath only by His touch and only when it pleases Him. do not look to me, do not look for me to be anything but wretched, miserable, blind and naked, unless in that moment He inhabits His vessel and shines forth His light. i receive this thorn with gladness and glory in it, for so long as it pleases Him, for i know that if nothing else, i will be delivered when my full ransom from this human world and all its lies and illusions comes. and if that's not good enough for some OTHER scrap of vain walking animated dust? TOUGH.

Don't talk to me about my past. i do that all the time to myself already. Instead, remind me that i have hope and a future, if you wish to see the light return to my eyes and the pain and darkness dispersed.