No Holes Barred Code

Code 142 gives me a license to complain...directly to YOU (GOD)...so that, I choose to do. Spell out all my troubles in detail...raise Holy hell. About what's bothering me...whether others understand or even see...what's aggravating me. As the unseen enemy attacks...effecting the way I react...to the stimuli. Oh how I rely...on You God, to hear my cry. For this is my first and last chance...to avoid the danger that is rapidly advancing. And only You Lord, you know how I'm feeling. Down and out and sinking in despair...I smell the sent of depression in the air.

Oh where...oh where, is the exit? The neon sign that spiritually reflects it...must be disconnected. There's got to be a way to reconnect it! Help me take the negative energy, and redirect it...honestly project it. Lord have mercy...these feelings have taken control of me...."Please come and rescue me!" My flare gun is almost on empty.

I must reload...let my complaints explode...to a higher power...rebuke the devil even louder! For I have a license to vent...that's exactly what Psalm 142 represents. So, "I cry to the Lord with my voice; with my voice to the Lord do I make supplication. I pour out my complaint before Him; I tell before Him my trouble.", Psalm 142: 1-2...quick, fast and on the double! I'm here, to let the beloved know...there is a, no holes barred code...when it comes to God and suffering souls!

Break the Code of Silence,
Mommy Dearest