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Crusades

Shannon Peil — Mon, 21 Sep 2009 18:05:36 +0000

Open the gates that the righteous nation may enter, the nation that keeps faith.

Isaiah 26:2

The sun was rising slowly, unstoppable like our advances over the slopes and dust. It brought light over the horizon in a broad, sweeping gesture just as our Crusade was to cleanse the land. With swords shimmering and reflecting God’s will, we descended upon the Holy Land. Our feet kicked up sand for miles in every direction, and had begun to block out the sun on our approach.

The horses were saddled down with years worth of weapons, water, and supplies for our trek through the desert. We walked them for hundreds of miles, allowing them rest and water only at the end of the day when the army would settle for respite. We rained arrows and spilled blood across the desert for decades, and knew one day that the land would be cleansed.

God was on our side.

The tank tracks led backwards further than the eye could see, splitting their way across the sand on an inevitable path deeper into the Holy Land, leaving the fires of the righteous in their wake. Bullet casings buried the heathens, and the dust became bloody mud. Fires dotted the landscape, left to smolder as we continued onward.

Vapor trails from aircraft criss-crossed over the cloudless sky, raining purifying flames. Remote-controlled drones patrolled without rest over the landscape, seeking out targets on 24 by 7 shifts worked by God’s Chosen 7000 miles away. Quick clean up squads dropped in on flaming city blocks to purge anything left behind, and still we pushed deeper.

God was on our side.

The sun was rising slowly, unstoppable like the Word of God. With assault weapons shimmering and reflecting God’s will, we descended upon the Holy Land again.

© Shannon Peil, 2009

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Honesty

Shannon Peil — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 14:33:08 +0000

Next time some dude that you work kind of near by,
Or the girl that sometimes makes you coffee,
Or that old guy that always nods at you on your way down the street,
Or even that one chick that makes small talk with you while she cuts your hair -

Next time these people ask you, “How’s it going?”

Actually tell them. They deserve the truth. And maybe next time they won’t bother asking you.

Probably because you are depressing and don’t understand social etiquette very well.

© Shannon Peil, 2009

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Chosen

Shannon Peil — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 19:00:35 +0000

Who are you : To assume you know

To assume that you are those : Special ones?

Who are you : To believe to know

To believe He chose : Us?

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Conversion

Shannon Peil — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 23:07:57 +0000

It’s fear of death that causes mans desperation
And breeds this need for belief in salvation
Time flows and life ends and you deny yourself edification
Constantly seeking this uncertain eternal liberation
But does this journey require more than speculation inwards
You spit on the beauty of life by expecting more afterward
And while you posture and kneel I’ll live undeterred
We’ll continue on separate paths believing the other absurd
And maybe some day we’ll both agree
That this discussion is pointless as you won’t convert me.