Part l

I saw her slapping her son and daughter. Whats worse? She slapped her dad as well! Wow. It's an ugly picture. I saw her suffocating her daughter using a comforter. I saw his son closing room door when he heard her footstep. From a happy family to a disastrous family. I saw the evil in her eyes. In fact is a DEVIL. I was there when she tries to kill her daughter with a blanket, i can see the horror and ultimate fear in her daughter's eyes. I was standing there. Blankly thoughts. Thinking what i should do next. After a sudden of horror, she got up from the bed, walked towards me. I feel the peace in me yet feeling afraid as well. Her eyes kill. I was thinking what can i do or say, and a thought strike me " maybe she needs some attention" so i asked " how are you?" with a horror smile she replied " I m good, dont i just look fine?" She walked me out of her daughter room heading to the living room where her husband is sleeping. She grin. My guess for her next step will be slaughter her husband? Yet i was wrong. She kneel down on the couch and tried praying really hard but something was stopping her. I could see that! And i offered to pray for her. She agreed but another side of her seems hating it. But still I insisted. When i started speaking in the Holy Spirit, i could see the DEVIL in her eyes . The round black pupil staring back at you, mouth open wide smiiling. I was FREAK OUT. I mean seriously. I love her. And so i insisted to pray till i reach this point where i......

WOKE UP! PHEW it was just a dream. But it felt real for that moment i prayed for her i can feel that i REALLY prayed in my heart. It was a prayer of taking her out from her "hell".

Of all thingsss....

WHYYYY

KETUA KEBERSIHAN?!

I QUIT!!

Senseless JOKE.

Scaring shit out of me!
Fear i keep in me.
The imperfection within me.
Shut or i kill.
Rain, Thunder here they comeeeeee.
Seasons of fear and darkness.
is finally here!

That is where i ask myself
" Will i ever see the sun again?"
"or is it gone forever?"
"Will i ever see the flower blossom again?"
"or will it wilt and die? and not show its true colour again?"
" Will i survive?"
"or will i fall?"

It is just me being a paranoia?
Or is it me being self-centered?