The Quixotic Fever

They are sons of perdition
I can only represent Christ and say that God must take care of us

They have gotten out of the boat and are drowning.

God what are we supposed to do?

They reject the only thing that can save them.

The do not see that He is the only thing.
The only One.

I have to let God care because my caring is not enough.

I feel as though there is hope, but so many are already the living dead,

Your mercy and grace all around like glowing lights in a dark forest, but not for them.

I wish that they would see God.

But their eyes and hearts and minds are dead

He made a decision to have hope and persist even if it wore him down to his bones.

The spirits that are enslaved cannot be set free
The hearts that have been broken will crumble into dust

But God is willing to deliver the ones He has chosen
This is the evidence of hope

So if they take a moment and make it into their own reality
and twist it in their minds
the only option we have is to speak the truth

There are only the ancient paths

It is almost a glorious crusade of destruction
For those who have lost hope

A Quixotic fever that allows no turning back
The ancient paths
The Ancient One

Remain

But we are like we never existed