Tormentors and Bravo Sierra

   
   "Tormentors and Bravo Sierra"
  
   Hole in the soul?  And the sons of men and all the rest attempt to fill it with accolades and perishable achievements; nevertheless, it is never enough, and fancy folk seek more and monstrously more--this metaphorical mammon.  But only the Holy Trinity, One God can fill the hole, lighting it up with an everlasting light.
   What man hates more:  Sharpton or Duke?  It's a double-edged sword, the intensely false Queen of weaponry.  And they plot revenge; as a result, they must dig two graves.  God is never mocked, especially by those not filled with His Spirit, them controlled by the stars.
   Elderly people should be adored.  Yet people are psychology freaked by the ill and old, as it wends against the glamour displayed in the pop-culture genre.  Therefore, people run from the ills of disease as it burns them like fire, and they have not the steel to embrace the flame, cooling it down with luminous light.  Even Saint Francis was initially disgusted at disease, but finally admitted:  "Where there is darkness, let me put light."
   People that come into the homes of the elderly can be serpents in sheep's clothing.  Making hallucinations for the neurologically-damaged worse by their negatively-charged ways.  Showcase twisted imagery or cackle at suffering, be flat out lazy and sloppy, which is neglect; furthermore, hack into their computers, thieving privacy with contempt for the weak, and offer false testimony on their deeds, such as attempting to poison the family pet; thus, true family needs to SEE, and unite for truth.  For the lame cannot shake things off, so to speak.
   People don't pick up their Cross, but nail others to it.  But what you sow is what you reap--in the end, and life is over in the blink of an eye.  Thus, be a rebel against the rebellion caused by pride and arrogance.  
   They say the Russian media lies.  Look at ours.  And now Trump has conquered, and they swim like schools of fish to lick his boots.  From his political genesis, they said he had no chance, brainwashing us.  
   The Lord is my refuge.  Christ is good.  Saint Nicholas of Myra's spirit cannot perish.  But if you want to be in the venomous valley of the viper, you are a free agent to do so, but they say he doesn't exist, for that would make the sons of men fear God, which would be the ruination of the prince of this world.
   Like with Freud, knowing.  Yet Solomon wisely stating:  "Hearken unto the father that begat you, and despise not your mother when she grows old."  Moreover, Christ running away from His Mother to find His Father.  And She, His first Disciple, proclaims:  "Do as My Son says."  And His kindness towards Her expressed to Saint John while on the Cross:  "Behold your Mother."
    So, turn your Christmas lights on, or light it up like Judas Maccabeus.  Fight like Joan of Arc for the ignition of innocence for your country and family.