I Am Tartarus Poem by Nvisible 2Luv

I Am Tartarus

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Oh please, don’t make me explain.
I am Tartarus
And Satan I do love and disdain.
I am Tartarus
Reserved for the fire.
I am Tartarus
And Christ is my heart’s desire
I am Tartarus
I will face the fire and stay alive
I am Tartarus
1 Peter 3: 21 says I’ll survive.
I am Tartarus
A black sheep from way back
I am Tartarus
And Jesus Christ is back in black

The one that is greater than John
And baptizes with holy spirit and fire
The Son of God, The Son of Man
Is the object of Tartarus’ desire.

This is a secret too well kept
Thus many Christians are persecuted
Oppressed even by their own
Some fellow Christians just saluted

But maybe they’ll be the ones
Who next are about to rock
Wonder if they’ll deny Him three times
Before the crow of the cock.
If they do, who will plead their case
Before the Almighty Father?
They don’t know it, but by their actions,
They’ve made Christ food for fodder.

But at least people are talking
And that was the primary goal
All these Lucys in the sky with diamonds
Buried beneath the coal

Remember the Father says
He’ll “make fools of them all”
So I’ll play the fool once again
I’ll speak up for them
And say I was glad to call them friends.

After all we’re all puppets and toys
To entertain and occupy our Maker
So when all is said and done
He will not forsake her.
By her I mean the earth & inhabitants
All of us as we stand, connected
Soon all tears will be wiped away
And hurt feelings will be deflected

Jesus Christ the Man is back in His glory
Conquering amidst his enemies
If I had more time I’d tell you my story
But maybe that’s just the sin in me.

Tartarus is Greek for hell.
2 Peter 2: 4-7, New World Translation says: 'Though Jehovah did not withhold from punishing the angels that sinned, but instead put them in Tar-tar-us, reserved in dense darkness for their day of judgement...'

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Friday, April 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: god
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I learned of & fell in love with Jesus Christ at the age of three. That is also the age that I began begin abused, physically, verbally, sexually and through abandonmen. Age 7 sister, Constance Faith taught me to inhale cigs. Age 14, other older sister taught me to smoke Mary Jane. mclean.harvard.edu/PublicAffairs/20001214_child_abuse.htm‎
Many say I've been thrown into the fiery pit, but I know Jesus wouldn't do that to one who has suffered long and remains a faithful servant.

In 2004 I had spirits that I could feel, put inside me. They were able to do all sorts of things with my body... muscle twitches, pain and; or numbness in parts of my body... other stuff too. (Angels that sinned... Jesus enemies as a stool for his feet) .
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Richard Blay 11 April 2014

very great, Paige. Jesus promised and He will fulfill, trust in Him. Thanks for sharing, God bless you

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Gajanan Mishra 11 April 2014

good writing, I like it, thanks.

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