Cults

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Once again, I have taken information acquired from teenagers, people I have met along the way, of their expressional views of their world, past histories, and comments. Most are not believers, some are believers who provided in this writing, plus John Chapter 2.


Sit & Stare @ The World I Have Made Myself

So, here I am, my sins testify against me
A vessel without water,
every oasis dried up is ashamed,
confusion hidden in a hood
My life is dried, cracked, lifeless
An empty vessel that holds sand
for a wind to jostle, & play with each grain
to cause shifting, toyed with by the wind
I, a wonderer in the desert,
circling the mountain,
but never coming to know truth.

All forsake my territory,
except snakes, scorpions, & carrion.
Those who happen to travel through
find no rest, are hungered, parched,
leave in relief, never wishing to come upon this dark valley again.
My land is death, a trapped, naked biosphere in groping blindness,
every veiled dimension is meaningless.

My walls, towers, fortresses are my prison,
death awaits in my vacuum,
I dance to ticking time who is my warden,
My walls are toughened, thick with wear
towers ascend with each decision,
fortresses sustained with a hardened, historious heart.
I can step measure my confinement by years.

My fear is lack of control of all I have built,
Will it cast itself inward upon me,
executing its wrath in rightful vengeance,
as I await sentence by an unknown,
unforgiving master that despises me,
because I was created in an image not of his?
I have no sense of how to obtain freedom,
I relinquish, by part, with my spirit
I wield physical power but my inward man
knows not of how to overcome,
I surrender unwillingly to lost of control.
My life is defeated by something unnamed,
yet on the tip of my tongue.
That is why I am speaking to you, Lord,
somewhere in my past,
I heard once that I am created by You,
with all my grandiose knowledge of the world
that has left me to this doom,
I stare in space, this is my years,
my life, my existence, I hate it.
People tell me of their "gods",
but there is no difference in their madness, trade offs,
fools running to and fro but never coming to the truth,
I refuse lies and deception.
Tell me, Jesus, is it true, by asking, I can leave this nightmare?
Is it true, your blood saves my soul?
Save mine, now.

Well, I was sitting reading John, Chapter 2. Tear down the manmade temple, and Jesus will build it up again in three days. There were those that believed after He died as the disciples remembered the scriptures and the incident during Passover that day. Jesus did not commit himself to them because He knew all men, and needed not that any should testify of man; for He knew what was in man.
I picked up my pen to start writing, and so wrote. It's just thoughts, mainly poorly connected writing, not written for believers and placed on another website of secular writers, but ehh...
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