Speaking with him about anything and everything over some coke and ice cream stirred dormant feelings within. At times a patriotic rage, yet other moments, simply feeble defeat. I snarl at they who choose the path of deliberate ignorance, only to realize, the key never truly lay with them, but to him who holds the Keys to the Kingdom.
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Beneath coats of crookedness and contempt,
Lay fragments of flinching freedom.
Unable to express,
Unable to redress.
Raging, roaring, relenting,
In bonds, by Him, only broken.
Power to bind, power to loose
Power to agree Heaven and earth
Power to breathe belief into thrust
In he who holds the keys of the Kingdom.
“ And I will give you the keys of the kingdom of Heaven, and whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven”.
- Matthew 16:19
