The Serpent slithers,
weaving souls into the veil;
money to God frees.
“Tithe to God’s Tetzel,”
says the forked tongue of the church:
when coins clink, souls spring.
Now, there’s no change: a
psychological twist on
the coffer ringing.
-theothersid3
The Serpent slithers,
weaving souls into the veil;
money to God frees.
“Tithe to God’s Tetzel,”
says the forked tongue of the church:
when coins clink, souls spring.
Now, there’s no change: a
psychological twist on
the coffer ringing.
-theothersid3
We look up, around;
privileged righteous stand upon
our backs, crushing us.
Their authority
is self-proclaimed or granted
artificially.
God’s authority
turns self-righteous lives into
ash, feeding fresh life.
-theothersid3
Perversions most vile
Take place in dreams of the soul
Made flesh in the mind
-theothersid3
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God healS, Satan fixeS
God brings out what is within
Satan makes his way
-theothersid3
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Pierce Darkness Within
Stab with light and twist the blade
Don’t look back, walk on
-theothersid3
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Two hard life lessons:
Learn why and what evil is;
Holster my free will
-theothersid3
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A shot through my soul
Demons fight for just a taste
Suck me inside out
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Through the looking glass
Beyond the embrace of Christ
It seeps through my eyes
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(another excerpt from my journal today)
The part I will end on is God. People who believe God exists ask him, “where are you?” I no longer ask this question because if God indeed is and exists, then God is always here. I do not rely on God for my strength. I rely on my own. I rely on the support of others. God is not a crutch. To me, God is more of a necessary idea for how the world must work. With no God, there is no beginning, end, or structure. Only absolute chaos, disorder, no existence.
So if God ultimately made me, and I’m not programmed to undoubtedly believe in God, then I have been given the reigns to live freely. The possibilities are not endless, for my paths intersect with the world and other sentient human beings. I can’t always do what I want, but I can head in that direction, whether it be for good, evil, love, or hate. Those elements will spice the dish of life to be either appetizing or awful: goodness and love vs. evil and hate.
Most likely, it will be a mixture of both.
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Surmount the vast cost:
Evil, pain, and suffering.
Wisdom is priceless