Dear Heavenly Father,

I come to you today with a humble heart and a grateful spirit.

I thank you for all the blessings you have bestowed upon me and for the love and grace you have shown me each and every day. 

Lord, I ask for your guidance and wisdom as I navigate through the challenges and obstacles of life.

Help me to stay strong and steadfast in my faith, knowing that you are always by my side, guiding and protecting me.

I pray for those who are suffering and in need of your healing touch.

May they feel your presence and experience your love in their time of need. 

I ask for forgiveness for any wrongdoings I may have committed and for the strength to forgive those who have wronged me.

Help me to be a beacon of light and love in this world, spreading your word and sharing your grace with all whom I encounter.

Lord, I give you all my worries, fears, and anxieties, trusting that you will take care of them and provide for all my needs.

Thank you for hearing my prayer and for always being there for me.

Amen.

It started with a whisper, a faint voice that I could barely hear. But as days turned into weeks, the voice grew louder, more insistent. I tried to ignore it, to push it away, but it was like a shadow that clung to me, never letting go. And then came the nightmares, twisted visions of darkness and despair that haunted my every waking moment. I could feel something stirring inside me, a darkness that was not my own. I was no longer in control of my own body, consumed by the malevolent force that had taken hold of me. The demon whispered its wicked desires in my ear, urging me to commit unspeakable acts. I was a prisoner in my own mind, a passenger in my own body. And as the demon tightened its grip, I feared that I would never be free again.

Dear Heavenly Father,

As we come before you in prayer, we acknowledge the reality of death in our lives. It is a solemn and inevitable part of our human experience, yet it fills us with fear and sorrow. We pray for your comfort and strength to face the loss of our loved ones with courage and faith.

We ask for your presence to be with us in our time of grief, to bring peace and solace to our hearts as we mourn the passing of those we hold dear. Help us to find hope and reassurance in the promise of eternal life that you have graciously given us through your son Jesus Christ.

May we trust in your divine plan and find comfort in knowing that death is not the end, but a new beginning in your eternal kingdom. Help us to find meaning in our loss and to cherish the memories we have of those who have passed on.

Grant us the grace to accept death as a natural part of our human journey and to surrender ourselves to your will. May your love and mercy surround us in this difficult time and guide us through the valley of the shadow of death.

In Jesus' name we pray, Amen.

HELP ME PLEASE!

A cold winter snake does not remove itself from that clutches of my grasp. They try to find us but I will find them first. I will make them regret every single thing about following me. 

No amount of money or begging to spare anyone for my mercy, to remove themselves from this world and this wicked plane is my blessing on to them. A blessing of which will be passed down generation to generation until the end of time. Until I can stand with satisfaction that they will no longer harm the place of which I spawn from. From The Cold Winters and the storms of which rage on every single year, I will persist on my mission to make sure that it never happens again.

May God forgive me for the sins I will commit. 

They called this curse one of the Wendigo; as it started then by ages to the Americas, pass along the land bridges in traveled East. From generation to generation until I. Perhaps... Fate intended this all along.

I found it very entertaining that humans shelf themselves in small boxes, in large boxes, in big cities, and then have the audacity to say that they are safe: when in reality they are caged animals bundled together forced to tear apart each other in order to survive.

To have removed themselves from the food chain only to prey on each other. Such an idea that anyone could be an enemy. 

Everyone has attain skills of which they use to use on this job, be it the ability to become fascinating, all the ability to take marvelous snapshots of these cages, I at least find there company pleasing. Almost endearing.

We do this fast, we don't have to kill everyone. That's happy is this facade may be to others, I must be honest and say that I too feel need to believe myself of stresses that they give me. Once we had left I had followed another one. 

It was dark. The cool air thrush to cross my skin they didn't see me, but I saw them. I watched them. I drove.

They didn't see me. But they felt it they felt my teeth sinking into their throat my venom passing through their veins.

This is indeed a curse passed down over generations and generations, through blood pain and some such. They call it a myth, but it is my curse and reality. 

I am the soul of it endless myth of suffering, in the corpse of a man. My curse is that I have to live is one of them.