There is no righteousness here, only dreams and wishes. Here, it is us, those who have or have not lost themselves to their desires. Righteousness, twisted to fit our Will is unrighteous and unholy. In a world turned around, only illusions exist. Through filthy lenses we do not see but what we want, and that is all we receive, both what pleases and torments.
Judgement, here, is from the unclean, from evil within those who judge, within you or me. That is who we have become, who we now serve. The throes of death is death, cloaked as life here. All that we dream is but a smoldering semblance of truth, if that. Fleeting comforts, only to be torn away, is accepted now, and even fought for. Scraps are accepted as feasts.
God is lost in hearts of the lost. We are lost in the lostness of us. Denial cannot save deniers. Justice cannot acquit the unjust. Schemes are the swords of the scheming. Vengeance is the poison of the vengeful.
Men and women are but impure vessels of flesh, rotting in their own demise. In God we must trust, or the woes of beginnings and endings never-ending is our fate. There is only life, but in our belief of death, death lives.
Do as you Will, for you are in your hands, alone. Give all that you believe, all that you live away, for they are the chains that bind the blind and the willful.
One day you will know of your ending and your beginning, and it will be you.
~ I Am - Wisdom
