whitefirepanther

 Dear Diary,


There's so much to say I don't know where to start...I guess I'll start with the current situation...I went to go visit a friends house in a nearby town..this night, my family got evacuated without me to other towns...I'm so worried..I pray my family is alright...I guess I should start at the beginning shouldn't I?


 we first noticed the fire 2 days ago..smoke on the ridge and flames at night. my brother came home in a panic and told us we're probably going to get evacuated..so we packed up the car and truck to prepare...

this is my parents first house living in Canada, we've struggled for the past 15 years to make this dream come true.. And God provided a way through a lost inheritance to make it happen. my dad would fondly walk the forest paths he made through the property...they love their home..

That night as we packed up my mom walked around in a dwal. we couldn't afford insurance for the house this year..and she was breaking down..Dad was wondering outside pulling machinery into the open to try and prevent fire damage..

after mom and brother went to bed, I started looking for my dad..he told me to get back in the house he was having a prayer session..

Usually we pray together over things like this..but this had hit him very personally, and he wanted to handle it alone..I knew he was praying a deliverance prayer from oppressions and calamities over our family..

so I took a different approach...I wondered into the living room and prayed for the lord to guide us and others through their trials, that if this was his will for us, then to not leave us alone in it..and thanked him and praised him for not leaving us alone to face this..and for guiding us through the fire..

I went to help a friend process fish the next day...I was trading labor for some canned salmon for my family. but while I was gone the family got an evacuation order..the HWY is likely to get shut down..in which case none of us will see each other again until the finial outcome of the fire..

I'm not sad if we lose our house..I just pray the lord will uphold my parents through it..and that none of us gets lost in the blaze.

Sonia..

War.

But they don’t call it a war,
they call it a nothing but ancient, Hebrew lore,
we spend out lives on the line,
carrying a burden knowing, we’re out of time,

I know this kid, he grew up fast,
everybody told him that he’ll never last,
at party he was only 14,
when the Christians started empting the room,
upstairs, where nobody could see,
the freaking occultiest started making a scene,
a shadow, popped out of the roof,
he prayed all night till it wound up  poofed,
a week later he wound up in hell,
his back aching like he was under a spell,
he back out, threw his bible away,
afraid of where this path lay,

But they dont call it a war,
they call it a nothing but ancient, Hebrew lore,
we spend out lives on the line,
carrying a burden knowing, we’re out of time,

I knew this boy talented and strong,
played a game called RIFTS all day long,
him and his friends obsessed to extremes,
magic, monsters, he don’t know where he leans,
one day they followed the books advice,
opened a portal, now his heads in a vice,
because screaming inside of is his head,
is the memory of his two friends, dead,
it started out fine, an adventure they thought,
until two demons chased them and his friends got caught,
he woke up and shook his friends,
knowing the rules, time only lends,
he cried as the ambulance took them away,
but this guy wasn’t even Christian, he never thought to pray,

But they don’t call it a war,
they call it a nothing but ancient, Hebrew lore,
we spend out lives on the line,
carrying a burden knowing, we’re out of time,

I knew this girl she had a thing for spells,
played with a wedgie board, excited by what it tells,
her and her friends played it once or twice,
not knowing they’d catch the devils lice,
one day as her little sister entered the room,
she wasn’t old enough but she’d been soon,
started levitating and laughing with glee,
“ I own her now, can you see?”
The weeks passed as she twisted her head,
needless to say I think it ended with her tied to her bed,

But they don’t call it a war,
they call it a nothing but ancient, Hebrew lore,
we spend out lives on the line,
carrying a burden knowing, we’re out of time,

and as for myself? Well I’ll tell you one thing,
even I have felt the devils sting,
I watched with fear my whole life through,
as shadows follow, and crawl on my roof anew,
one day in the corner of my eye,
at the foot of my bed a line of shadows lie,
they come up to me one by one,
as I desperately pray, the lord my loaded gun,

and one by one, as their white eyes angrily stare,
the walk, crawl away, in singles and pairs,
I watched as the lord bound and cast out,
some holding their heads, but none did shout,

But they don’t call it a war,
they call it a nothing but ancient, Hebrew lore,
we spend out lives on the line,
carrying a burden knowing, we’re out of time,

as people I know humbled by fear,
follow the bottle instead of Gods gear,
“ it is amazing, is it true?”
Well that’s entirely up to you,
“what does the devil do knowing all this?”
I don’t know I can only guess,
these are just stories, a few in a bunch,
but I’m pretty sure he just sits down to lunch,

War.

But they don’t call it a war,
they call it a nothing but ancient, Hebrew lore,
we spend out lives on the line,
carrying a burden knowing, we’re out of time,

I know this kid, he grew up fast,
everybody told him that he’ll never last,
at party he was only 14,
when the Christians started empting the room,
upstairs, where nobody could see,
the freaking occultiest started making a scene,
a shadow, popped out of the roof,
he prayed all night till it wound up  poofed,
a week later he wound up in hell,
his back aching like he was under a spell,
he back out, threw his bible away,
afraid of where this path lay,

But they don’t call it a war,
they call it a nothing but ancient, Hebrew lore,
we spend out lives on the line,
carrying a burden knowing, we’re out of time,

I knew this boy talented and strong,
played a game called RIFTS all day long,
him and his friends obsessed to extremes,
magic, monsters, he don’t know where he leans,
one day they followed the books advice,
opened a portal, now his heads in a vice,
because screaming inside of is his head,
is the memory of his two friends, dead,
it started out fine, an adventure they thought,
until two demons chased them and his friends got caught,
he woke up and shook his friends,
knowing the rules, time only lends,
he cried as the ambulance took them away,
but this guy wasn’t even Christian, he never thought to pray,

But they don’t call it a war,
they call it a nothing but ancient, Hebrew lore,
we spend out lives on the line,
carrying a burden knowing, we’re out of time,

I knew this girl she had a thing for spells,
played with a wedgie board, excited by what it tells,
her and her friends played it once or twice,
not knowing they’d catch the devils lice,
one day as her little sister entered the room,
she wasn’t old enough but she’d been soon,
started levitating and laughing with glee,
“ I own her now, can you see?”
The weeks passed as she twisted her head,
needless to say I think it ended with her tied to her bed,

But they don’t call it a war,
they call it a nothing but ancient, Hebrew lore,
we spend out lives on the line,
carrying a burden knowing, we’re out of time,

and as for myself? Well I’ll tell you one thing,
even I have felt the devils sting,
I watched with fear my whole life through,
as shadows follow, and crawl on my roof anew,
one day in the corner of my eye,
at the foot of my bed a line of shadows lie,
they come up to me one by one,
as I desperately pray, the lord my loaded gun,

and one by one, as their white eyes angrily stare,
the walk, crawl away, in singles and pairs,
I watched as the lord bound and cast out,
some holding their heads, but none did shout,

But they don’t call it a war,
they call it a nothing but ancient, Hebrew lore,
we spend out lives on the line,
carrying a burden knowing, we’re out of time,

as people I know humbled by fear,
follow the bottle instead of Gods gear,
“ it is amazing, is it true?”
Well that’s entirely up to you,
“what does the devil do knowing all this?”
I don’t know I can only guess,
these are just stories, a few in a bunch,
but I’m pretty sure he just sits down to lunch,

"Skipping Rope"

Little bird why do you weep?
Weep in life, Weep in sleep,
Little bird why do you weep?
All the world, is fast asleep,

Little bird come out and play,
All the world has turned to gray,
None is black and none is white,
None is sure, who is right,

Little bird the lamb does say,
why won't you, come out and play,
All the signs say "go away"

No lamb is, aloud to stay,

Little bird why do you weep?
All the world, is fast asleep,
None does care about the lamb,
All they do, is grasp at sand,
Eyes sewn shut to all the world,
Afraid the colors might be curled,
Numbers, numbers everywhere,
little bird, rips out it's hair,
you see the world in futures light,
standing in tarnished, broken might,

all adults always say, the lamb cannot, play today,
tomorrow is another day,
but they lie with smiling faces,
making excuses to state their cases,
interesting is it not?
jumping rope, is all we've got,

“Epiphany”



My king my king the people cry,
Afraid to even say goodbye,
how long oh lord will we wait,
until we enter heavens gate?

It's unbelievable! it's inconceivable!
how dark the world has become!
The world has turned to darkness,
not a rhythm can be heard.
oh the irony the tragic irony,
freedom is lost in the land of the free!
Why can't you see?
why can't we breath?

Everyone hates,
Everyone bleeds,
Everyone takes,
and nobody sees!

The children are crying,
The children are dying,
everyday at the ring of a bell,
Why can't you see?
why can't we breath?
Drones to work in the factory!

Everyone hates,
Everyone takes,
Everyone bleeds,
and nobody sees!!!

Suicides the biggest threat,
according to the governments pet,
Do you think we didn't know?
since we're the next ones to go?
evil is called righteous,
so the heart rots within,

My king my king the people cry,
Afraid to even say goodbye,
how long oh lord will we wait,
until we enter heavens gate?