Warbringer, the Peacemaker: The Confessor Survives the Transgressor:

This is all the poetry I have written since I finished my last book. I named it, "Warbringer, the Peacemaker: The Confessor Survives the Transgressor:"

So, let me explain why I named it this. I call myself Warbringer because I heard what I perceived to be the voice of Jesus Christ give me that name. I, Warbringer, bring Peace with spiritual War, because my Peace, and the Peace of millions of others, has been stolen by chemical warfare of psychiatric pharmaceuticals.

So, a confessor can be defined as a person who avows religious faith in the face of opposition but does not suffer martyrdom. In my past dreams of my future, I didn't die by my enemy's hand, though they sought my life, but I escaped death and overcame my enemies.

I am uncertain whether this has happened yet, because the dream ended with me going underground. Maybe that was symbolic. Anyhow, I am a confessor because I reveal my sins and I forsake them, and so God cleanses me of all unrighteousness through suffering and affliction.

I feel very satisfied with what I have here. It seems very beautiful to me, that all my pain and suffering produced beauty, and sometimes I feel this makes people covetous of my abilities, and instead of being my fan they just hate me. It seems unless you are promoted by the establishment you aren't worthy of love.

This makes me angry with people, I am sorry you have no talent and can't produce beauty. If you want to express beautiful truths, then you must face your pain and go through it. And if you built your house on the word of God rather than false prophets, the storm would wash away all the dirt and filth, rather than blow your house down.

Maybe you aren't covetous and trying to solve your darkness with hate. Maybe you have love in your soul, and you can just love me for who I am and be happy that I have found some measure of peace in my life of trauma. If so, be my guest.