I've been diagnosed with this condition and it's so severe that sinners can't make contact without

contracting some type of conviction. Shhh listen, I know i'm not trippin' but ever since I repented it's like I became schizophrenic , I started hearing this voice and I know it sounds crazy, it tells me to commit suicide so I die daily. It's not easy. I don't even know how long this thermometer has been resting under my tongue, to measure my jungle fever but man I swear this bright white light winthin loves to unclothe and penetrate the darkest atmospheres and only God knew the task he would assign us had pressure. Actually it was his raw passion that activated my allergies until eventually I sneezed praise and God blessed me. When I was healthy in sin I thought I was superman. Even though I knew god could read between the lines in my paper think mind, the extent of this thing had me paralyzed. See, when you stop "feelin' yourself" pretty soon you'll see, you stop masturbating with life, that's how I stopped doin' me. And I begin to do gods will even though it took away my ability to walk in darkness. Occasionally i'm sure that my soul's relieved of carrying the weight of me. See God has allowed me to navigate this life with a blue handicapped sign on my reaview for two reasons: 1. because everytime I look back I acknowledge my weakness. 2. beause it was hung up I believed I was givin the privilege of parking closer to the entrance of his kingdom. Though it wasn't until now that I was ever able to understand the value of being fed through a tube until I realized that I only consumed the essential nutrients for survival without the additives that it might not be what I prefer but it's exactly what I need. His words have become my meat so I eat until his presence is so obese that I can no longer see defeat. I must remind you, They told me the day I get saved will be the day that pigs fly and then I caught swine flu so it's whatever. God reigns even in the midst of the storm so it makes sense why i'm always under the whether. I'm not gettin' better 'casue after chillin' with the coolest creator, it's like i develpoed pneumonia, he's so omniscient he knew this world would be crazy so he made it bi-polar. That's why my love for him declares war against sin. I mean litterally. My cardiac is armed and strapped, you think terrorits are bad, you've never seen a heart attack. When I learned that obedience to descrpitures what sins answer, I stopped being ashamed of my skin cancer.

Why wouldn't my flesh be destroyed with so much exposure to the sun I'm not spineless so this osteoperosis got might spine curvin' so I bow in reference of Christs holy name on ear. He taught me to also cary my cross just so I could fathom joint pain. See if I must glory I do so in my infermaties. You see my very existence is bedridden on the grace of God. Without him how could I breathe? He's my living oxygen machince. And these prayers, I mean these IV's have connected me to the source and it's funny how much more important eternity has become while i'm living on life-support. Though the significance of me living as if I encoured a terminal sickness is that he guarantees me consistant visits and extensive attention from the physician. I guess it's no wonder why i'm dying to be the sickest. For whosoever will save his life shall lose it, but whosoever would lose his life for the sake of christ will find it, therefore if the world calls this ill, I don't want a vaccination. But if I could I would reproduce with every oxygen atom making this disease airborne just to infect the nations. And yes, he was bruised for our iniquities and by his stripes we were healed which only means that he was whipped so that we wouldn't be sick from but died so that we would be sick of. Sick of the lust that nurses our infidelity and the pride that doctures our false identities, sick of every trangression perscribed by hell which helps us to recover ourselves with a veil of sin until we feel well In iniquity and no, im not promoting physical illness but if our reasonable service is to live as a sacrafice the I would rather live as if I am before death, before death, than regret where I spend my afterlife, after life. If you're ever tested, the results come back positive that you're a Christian, then answer this question; what exactly are your symptoms?