The Third Realm

I hate perfect.

Perfect is so boring.

First there is no challenge. Then there is no failure. Then there is no determination. Then there is no motivation. Then there is no overcoming. Then there is no accomplishment. Then there is no human.

Utopias are perfect.

I hate utopias.

My utopia is my dystopia.

Mess with my grades. Sever my relationships. Choke my hope, beat my love, pull my brain.

Make me weak.

And I will become strong.

Suck it, Satan, you won't get me.

And I know you know my friends' worst secrets. I know the crap you whisper in their ears and the crap you whisper in mine. I know you know I know because as long as it's communicated, you know. I know you know, the vast majority of people express what they think. Almost everything they think. I know you  know my friends' worst secrets and many of mine, because we express what we think.

But you also know you have done to us everything above. Screwed our lives over at some point. If you haven't you will, because sometimes people just forget that the Holy Spirit is even there. Even if you have already you can certainly do worse. Dear. You can certainly do worse.

My friends may not know this but I certainly do, and if one day they believe then you'll never take us again, because I know you have demons crawling everywhere in the spiritual realm, I know you, Lucifer, are going around screaming the most hideous nightmares in the people who are suffering the most. Then here, Satan, remember this.

That at the name of Jesus, every knee shall bow, on heaven, on earth, and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

I command you, Satan, in the name of Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior, to leave the threshold of our lives. Go where Jesus goes. In the name of Jesus, stop hurting us. In the name of Jesus, stop hurting the innocent.

I wish you guys were still angels. I wish you never fell from heaven to become evil.