For the love of God…

love of GodOriginal article by John Benneth

I was looking up browsing through the Concordance to check a certain verse about Love… All through my life, I always yearn for something revolutionary; may it be an idea, principle, thought, imagination, or something like that. I love and take delight in discovering facts & truth that would surprise and definitely disturb me, positively (wink). So! Something caught my sight when I noticed a particular verse, it’s 2 Corinthians 5:15.

Check it out and help yourself.

It’s a remedy to all the problems & struggles & battles of life. And that’s what caught my attention.

It says,

“For the love of Christ controls us, because we have concluded this: that one has died in substitute for all, therefore all have died; and he died in substitute for all, that those who live might no longer live for themselves but for him, who for their sake died and was raised.” Continue reading

DESIGN OF DEATH

Design of Death

“Not again,”

He was scared. It was always the same dream. No, more likely he considered it as a nightmare. It’s the dream that kept on haunting him giving him sleepless nights or if he sleeps, he’ll woke up drenched in heavy sweats. He almost lost grip of sanity because of the nightmares he had every night. He knew that it will happen. He could attest to that. That reality made him shiver and goosebumps started to sprout all over his trembling body.

It was almost 2AM when he woke up. He thought of things to stop the haunting. What he was thinking was quite stupid and he knew no one will believe him either even if it’s a battle between life and death. Continue reading

The Drama

The Drama

The Wife

I am pretty.

I’m a lot more caring than her.

We we’re married.

And you still wore the ring in your finger.

You can go to her,

I can let you play in her bed.

Because I stupidly Love you,

More than my heart had said.

I’m still confident and not afraid.

Eventhough right now you’re with her charms.

Because in the end of the day,

You will always end up in my arms.

That’s reality,

And that’s what it says.

For in the world and God’s eyes,

A mistress would always be a mistress.

The Mistress

I’m just a mistress,

And yeah I’m proud of that.

For he always took time,

To have me no matter what.

You are pretty,

And the hell I care with the things you have.

For your time is up,

You can never bring back his love.

You might be her wife,

But you can’t even give him a kid.

I might just a mistress,

But for months now I’m bearing his seed.

You were married,

And for me that’s just fine.

For you have his body,

But his heart will always be mine.

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