That moment when
deafening silence strips
your imaginations stark naked.
Into the hall of deep meditations, ashamed.
Then, in a trance,
you enter into the realms
of the holy of holies.
Worshipping without words...
Then your tears tells
the stories of a stray and wayward life.
Trying to find its way back,
into the arms of the Savior.
But your thoughts begin to wage war.
On the fields where profanity holds sway.
You begin to ask.
Are you destined to be a sinner.
Hope of heaven looks bleak.
A mirage because your sub-con has been reprogrammed,
with codes of the flesh.
A virus that has replicated
into tantrums of passions,
contrary to your spirits' enterprise.
And yes you know the end is here,
yet,
you look helpless.
Your mind being poisoned to accept
your fate.
So you try to bring others to salvation at the expense of your own redemption.
#musingsOfaLostSoul
(c) July 19, 2015
deafening silence strips
your imaginations stark naked.
Into the hall of deep meditations, ashamed.
Then, in a trance,
you enter into the realms
of the holy of holies.
Worshipping without words...
Then your tears tells
the stories of a stray and wayward life.
Trying to find its way back,
into the arms of the Savior.
But your thoughts begin to wage war.
On the fields where profanity holds sway.
You begin to ask.
Are you destined to be a sinner.
Hope of heaven looks bleak.
A mirage because your sub-con has been reprogrammed,
with codes of the flesh.
A virus that has replicated
into tantrums of passions,
contrary to your spirits' enterprise.
And yes you know the end is here,
yet,
you look helpless.
Your mind being poisoned to accept
your fate.
So you try to bring others to salvation at the expense of your own redemption.
#musingsOfaLostSoul
(c) July 19, 2015
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