“Arms Wide Open I Stand Alone, I’m no hero and I’m not made of stone”. What I carry is heavy, weighing down my weary bones…

Family deserted me. Now without a home… Arms wide open, in this land of freedom I tragically roam. Waste-cans my store for groceries, since rejected for any loans. As flashbacks alienate me when violence I beget… My memories like demons attacking. While I beg God: “Please help me… my actions hurtful to mercifully forget!”

“Let me live without these feelings or help me die to gain true relief from this constant agony. In death me gladly do protect. For to heaven I don’t feel worthy,… but for a burning hell (unloving)… will you me unjustly too select?”

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These words many a warrior are forced upon to reflect, since blessed to kill in victory. But upon return, fallen into neglect. Yes, blessed when sent to enemy with a heart like his, beating inside his chest. Yet, taught: “You shall not murder…You shall not covet… anything that is your neighbor’s.” These laws causing them to circumspect.

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Jah answers from the heavens, words wonderfully kind: “For look! I am creating new heavens and a new earth; And the former things will not be called to mind, Nor will they come up into the heart.” Isa. 65:17.

A prophecy bright for all suffers longing for harmony and peace promised to all obedient of humankind. . . John 3:16.