Pneuma Katana

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Tonight I rage in silence like the picture of a bomb
Wondering how my Lord bore walking through his earth unknown
Ryujin Jakka would have been my sermon on the mount
Blitzkrieg before the Pharisee open their mouth

Tonight I kneel and write like I’m channeling a Knee-El
But it’s reverence and gratitude because I am a God pail
I guess to teach some lessons some souls need hell
After all, to give us heaven, God would knead hell

Mmmmm

Give me that old time faith
Tell the hurt beside you that Christ has paid
After tasting power, we can all debate
This is the beginning Matthew Twenty-Four ate

Give me that antisocial obsession with the invisible
A craze admissible
My love affair with Christ is spiritually umbilical
But play it cool
This is harvest season and I am a shinigami too

Vera told me we should find ourselves a kind spouse
I said Girl first be a kind spouse
And why is it that our discussions lately lean to carnal?
Two years of discussions, no scripture recital
She said, “Oh I mix it up and make it educational.”
God said, “Further pressure is inconsequential.”

I remember how PT would start all his sermons
Matthew Twenty-Eight
Matthew Twenty-Eight
Now I see that only grownups think of lifting weights

And not everybody’s children can just man the gates

This train of thought makes you appreciate track record
While assessing everything through God’s lexicon

God help us all

For only God has had to hold it in more than any
I daresay that his silence alone deserves a Grammy
Having incarnated in his Word of Power
Only to watch young powers carry out a murder
But he saw it all, from the first word he uttered
I guess faith needs a bit of wonder

Godzniel
©2026

The Ministry of Necessary Pain

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I have a bad habit of knowing the actual cause of a problem, a scenario, a situation.
But stay with me.
That’s not the real bad habit, the bad habit is that I either say it out raw or give unsolicited advice for it.

This behavior has cost me friendships and in cases where I let go, it turns out sour.
I have seen the consequences of letting go.
Yes, grave consequences
I’ve tried to be diplomatic in telling the truth but it seems to be like the reel you scroll past a few seconds ago

I’m always seen as the rugged, up tight, hard aunty in the room
The one people think through before relating with
I have tried being the civilian but it’s hard to fit in
The civilian style doesn’t seem to work out for me

So here’s my open commitment to telling the truth raw
Like lated spirit on wound
Like surgery
Like amputation to save lives
I’ve once lost a life because I let go
Here’s me reporting for duty again.

Hannah DGinus
©2026

Cape Ai

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I was smelling like a million in my Thousands days
Serving God has been profitable a lot of ways
That’s the chuckle you call pride like I never tay
Though they be true, there are things I will never say

People treat me like the sun stepped into the room.
Sacrifices teach them kindness they should show too
I can’t say that I have made the best of every level
But I lived to honor God not to shame the devil

Pipeborne, and the flow has seen obstructions
God’s word is my biggest validation
Without rules we can disregard intentions
Without love we can only do transactions

I was tired of myself before I got here
— long before Abba installed the upgrade

Godzniel
©2026

Post Espionage II

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When we lose a loved one to the first death
Looking at them just before their bodies are put to rest
Their eyes closed,
Their lips sealed,
– not a ‘who goes’
Formerly a Mr. ‘Find me on my ten toes’
There’s no coughing in the coffin, everyone knows
Now there’s no need to owe too when the wind blows

We see fingers locked in stoicism clawing at inertia
Feet defeated by the space between death and forever
Formerly an Alpha but the issue is who issued you your designation
Resignation
No tomorrow truly kills he who dies daily

And yes we cry
Tears offered tear grace from the eye of reason
True sons sit in sorrow and forget the Risen
Like Martha looking forward to a resurrection
We forget that life’s true task was transformation
And the former systems kneel, but a human still feels
No pretense is defense enough for any of life’s meals
No sensation summarizes how this life feels
We break fast when break’s fast and we brake fast when it’s breakfast
In the end, what’s left will be what’s real and what truly lasts

Walking Dead but I’m alive in Christ
That’s my mansion
Alter calls I answered thrice
Now I walk with God
Heavenly Receptionist, I reply with The Word
Stranger Things have walked this earth
Given free rein
Who the Son sets free walks a free reign
Ka-anyi ju No. 8 if the 7th virgin carried extra oil
Or carry extra oil so the foolish praise the Lord

Yeah I let the scriptures warp my world view
And snuck into the parties that the King of Kings threw
So pardon me for laughing but I have the Lord’s view
And I will be rejoicing when I’m saying ‘Adieu’

Bless You.

Godzniel
©2026

In Bucks

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From up here I see the folly now
Wise men look like kids without his Word now
Once human, I’m divine now
And By his Word, I define “Now”

I’m Christ-raised, no be levitation
I got gratitude for this elevation
In His mercy, God plans ahead
Answers wait before a prayer said
Men puff when they won’t pass
God’s Word is my compass
I got holy warriors praying for me
Yet I trust and I CTRL-S beings
Souls won everywhere he sends me
Some trust in their riches
I just send God my bills

Someone told me I should live below my means
To be honest, I’m confused because Jesus is my means
I got Heaven in my genes
So I could pray out anything
I go sliding on my knees
Over each and everything
Because, Bro, before I pray
God supplies my every need
So imagine not the day
When my love gives way to greed
Sorry, but I don’t grind for steeze
Sorry, but he promised safety and never ease
Get translations, compare wording
Grace taught me generosity
All I have is for stewarding
But please pray before copying me

Eye-of-a-needle people everywhere
Bidding the elect to live by fear
O Lord when I’m greedy, pull me out of there
Please don’t wait a year
Dont let my heart write off hot tears
And The Lord is the movie where I cast my cares

God is still enough for me
My technique and energy
And his presents are my pedigree
I am great if I am serving him
I have lived out many a hymn
Keep your worship, only worship him

Take a billionaire and drop him in the Kalahari
Let him fear the name of God, let him learn to tarry
Let him learn ‘Without the poor, there would be no safety’
Let him say, “To lack your voice, Lord, is Poverty.”
Pure in heart vs poor in heart
Poor in spirit yet playing a part
One day dead, next day living
And no cold shoulders,
And nothing lacking,
What prinicipa- mehn we broadcasting
I’m in bucks in God’s inbox
Nepo-Baby and I flip flops
Shares in Futures that Christ bought

Can’t talk now, hallelujahs fill my mouth

From down here, I can reply now
Fools sit as Kings because their names are changed now
Once human, but something new now
And my fate is faith, but love is how I hope now.

Godzniel
©2026

State of The Heart

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I feel like I just stepped back in the house
Scars from the beasts I have given to wrath
And yes,
I swept my footprints and did all the math
But instead of doing maths we should do what we’re told.
Facts!
Welcome to the day after tomorrow
We still cry out from the snakes as we follow
Christ! Munching revelations from New York to Ondo
When yesterday’s stains are designs but we now know
Uncle, was it power? Were you mighty?

Godzniel
©2026

Boat Talk

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These moments,
These moments of my life,
Christ is in my boat
in the midst of the storm.

Last night,
I woke him up.
We sat at the edge of the boat
and talked a lot.

He said,
“You want me to speak to the storm?
I’ve left it long enough
to let you learn a thing or two;

That first,
the storm wouldn’t consume you.
And no, it wouldn’t hurt you.
That I am your peace
in the midst of it all.”

I said,
“Yes, yes,
though it’s been raging,
there’s a serenity I feel inside.

I know so well
that it’s because you are right here.

I saw your hand
when the boat tipped
a little too close to the ocean.”

“Yeah,
you beckoned,”
he responded.

We sat still
through the chaos.

Laughed
like we owned the waves
and controlled its timing.

Dinner was set,
and I finally said,

“Peace,
peace be still,
Not a morsel of this meal
should be lost to this disturbance.”

He smiled,
picked up the tray
and gave thanks.

Jahz_rhythm
©2026

Thomas

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Seven times Seven times
But once bitten, twice shy is an understatement
The Holy Spirit whispers, ” Quchi shelf your comment. “
We should have asked “What for? “when He said he’d send a comforter
But we assumed what the comfort meant
Though the level of help exceeds our problems
We assume He said everything we needed learnt
And Lord, I need help before my disdain extends

Seventy times seven times
Jesus is the same, soft or hard times
Just watch and pray,
Mean it every second
Our confidence remains “What did The Lord say? “
Clock it
When your eyes are open, then the blind call you blind
We don’t seek the same Lost, theirs cannot find
Relevant irrelevance, what matters is the inside
And forgiveness isn’t mine but the Lord’s side

Four hundred and ninety
I learned not to take things lightly
Everything is part of a pattern from previously
And Christ is both lens and He calibrates me—He will make me
So though I still err being bad at this “Good” thing
And though I still say, “Lord, how can these things be? “
In Spirit and Truth, I will wait and see
The Lord is my scabbard, blade and peace

Godzniel
©2026