It's Just a Bad Dream

3am. Woke from a nightmare. Most of my dreams appear like movies, so it "feels" like a third person account. 

You're sitting in your comfortable chair with a cool beverage in hand, ready to enjoy a movie on the TV. Suddenly the door caves in and an angry mob rushes in. The government has failed, with empty promises, greed and apathy; the desperation of its people has created an implosion of anger and retaliation. As they pour into your home, you hear crashes and yelling. The instigators then appear before you, in your comfortable chair with your beverage by your side, demanding the best of what you possess. They don't care about your health or well-being, they only know the score you will offer before they move on and attack your neighbors. It's all about who wins now. No one will come to your aid; no one will protect you. As your home is shredded and pilfered by this angry mob, you are helpless in your own defense. The numbers continue to grow against you moment-by-moment, and the anger of the pack turns in on you, until you no longer exist. The mob has won and all that you hold sacred and dear is scattered amongst the thieves and the despondent.

The politicians promised they cared: Their reasons behind the gallant battle were refuted to be all about you, your family, everyone's health and well-being. They took the oath and office with promises of better days. Then their actions proved their purpose, that Satan has taken the throne. Budgets are cut. Programs are cancelled. Jobs are lost and no one cares that the number of people falling through the cracks begins to flow from a simple cut to a hemorrhage. Masses fall with despair and anger, while their personal entitlement includes all that is theirs for the taking.

Some will battle to hold their own and perhaps they may win a fight; but the war that will rage comes from an implosion of government corruption, greed and apathy. Masses of desperate people will create a wave that will overtake the land and will shake the devout to their core.

America the beautiful will become a nation of tyranny and bloodshed as the downtrodden and forgotten raise up in desperation, leaving a wake of fear and death behind them. For it is only a matter of time before we turn on each other.

Psalm 22

 ¹ My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from the words of my groaning? ² O my God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, and am not silent.
 ³ Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One; you are the praise of Israel.
 ⁴ In you our fathers put their trust; they trusted and you delivered them.
 ⁵ They cried to you and were saved; in you they trusted and were not disappointed.
 ⁶ But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by men and despised by the people.
 ⁷ All who see me mock me; they hurl insults, shaking their heads:
 ⁸ "He trusts in the LORD; let the LORD rescue him. Let him deliver him, since he delights in him."
 ⁹ Yet you brought me out of the womb; you made me trust in you even at my mother's breast.
 ¹⁰ From birth I was cast upon you; from my mother's womb you have been my God.
 ¹¹ Do not be far from me, for trouble is near and there is no one to help.
 ¹² Many bulls surround me; strong bulls of Bashan encircle me.
 ¹³ Roaring lions tearing their prey open their mouths wide against me.
 ¹⁴ I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart has turned to wax; it has melted away within me.
 ¹⁵ My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death.
 ¹⁶ Dogs have surrounded me; a band of evil men has encircled me, they have pierced my hands and my feet.
 ¹⁷ I can count all my bones; people stare and gloat over me.
 ¹⁸ They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing.
 ¹⁹ But you, O LORD, be not far off; O my Strength, come quickly to help me.
 ²⁰ Deliver my life from the sword, my precious life from the power of the dogs.
 ²¹ Rescue me from the mouth of the lions; save me from the horns of the wild oxen.
 ²² I will declare your name to my brothers; in the congregation I will praise you.
 ²³ You who fear the LORD, praise him! All you descendants of Jacob, honor him! Revere him, all you descendants of Israel!
 ²⁴ For he has not despised or disdained the suffering of the afflicted one; he has not hidden his face from him but has listened to his cry for help.
 ²⁵ From you comes the theme of my praise in the great assembly; before those who fear you will I fulfill my vows.
 ²⁶ The poor will eat and be satisfied; they who seek the LORD will praise him—may your hearts live forever!
 ²⁷ All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to the LORD, and all the families of the nations will bow down before him,
 ²⁸ for dominion belongs to the LORD and he rules over the nations.
 ²⁹ All the rich of the earth will feast and worship; all who go down to the dust will kneel before him—those who cannot keep themselves alive.
 ³⁰ Posterity will serve him; future generations will be told about the Lord.
 ³¹ They will proclaim his righteousness to a people yet unborn—for he has done it.