Appearance – Christ a poet

Many people perceive darkness to be nothingness
But I dont.
I search the heavens, I search the earth
And everything in-between
I am a poet prophet
Who hunts for God’s heart
I am eternal, yet I know in part
A storm of words, service and curiosity
Hid in Christ to die a zillion times in one death

You may never find me save my words
Yet the ABBA knows all of us
He who spoke “day and they”, night and knights kneel even when I think “Jesus”
Did you try it and it failed you?
Have men not died according to their ways?
Has the sun ever not risen? Is the oxygen used up?
How many years could maintain, evil people saying vain things?
Wake em up in the morning, keep em safe until they touch things
Good people being foolish, but your mercy is altruistic
That is God ab initio
Script Writer of the Scriptures
Yah is I AM
THE LORD is ABBA
All that He does is good
We are His expunge of evil
The lesson is Do As You’re Told
That’s what my Jesus called Love
“But people who are cowardly, unfaithful, detestable, murderers, sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars will find themselves in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur.

This is the second death.”
As it written
So must it be

Godzniel
©2026

Its appearance was like a desert
Burning hot and bare in projection
I was already heading that way
So I’d rather take a look at it myself

The closer I got, the clearer I could see
Little green blades spouting out of the seemingly hardened clay
Different colours, shapes and sizes of flowers were opening up
The sound of life was faint but loud enough to be heard.
And the dry air was now blessed with the fragrance of tranquillity

Each step unfolded pleasant surprises;
Suddenly, those blades had grown so tall
Held up by thick brown stands
They spread their Afros like umbrellas against the harsh rays
Colours were lifting with wings and their chirping was high pitched albeit pleasant to the ears

When I looked down, instead of a shadow I saw my reflection
Clearly staring back at me upon the flowing waters – so clear and Pure
It followed a path as though controlled by the melody from a Piper’s pipe
And out of it came cold peaceful air that filled the Forest

Oh, I just called it a ‘Forest‘
I could vividly remember it was a desert I saw
So dry it could crack a shadow casted on it
Right there, I couldn’t even see my shadow
For the rays of the Sun barely pierced through the thick afro leaves
And oh, what beautiful glitters it formed on the water surface.

It’s a transformation I thought only existed in Disney world
It happened so fast yet slow enough that I could have sworn I was there for hours
But it was so real
So peaceful, so cool, so fertile and so perfect as it appeared before me

“Until the spirit be poured
upon us from on high,
And the wilderness be a fruitful field,
And the fruitful field be counted for a forest.”

It wasn’t just a dream,
it is real.