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What Evil Lurks In the Shadow of Religion

what followed Jesus while he traveled alone? well... God the father yes, but following Jesus to corrupt him, to destroy him,to defeat him, was sin, was evil, was one who if seen by any but followers, would cower at its evil, and bow in fear of what MAY happen if they do not. we see it every day, and shrug for we cannot see, see the darkness that crawls lurking through and under the shadow of religion, the very shadow of what is Holy, is interpreted as on thing and seen as another, seen as a whole other, other worldly, outer existent, world. and though we believe in Him we all walk in its shadow for we are not the Bible, for we are not of Holy made in His image, found all over in His realm and outside His world. but still living in the shadow of religion we exist, we live... but do we repent? yes? no? speak only to Him to relieve yourself of your earthly scars to release all of the weight speak only to Him, for we are in the shadow of religion... His religion why do we say we are Holy when we know... completely that we are not? we may belong to Him, but are we Him? do not yell but no, He is us, He is what He is. follow him and you will be free do not say you are Him, for you are not... you are not Him... continue to walk on this path, belong to Him but you can still walk in the shadow of religion evil lurks here, so does darkness but light is in this shadow, and no matter what or where you are, the light in this shadow is stronger than darkness, anywhere in this follow his path, and finish off ascending to the kingdom, the kingdom of Heaven, of mercy, of bliss, you have endured, endured enough, belong to Him, in His kingdom let light live, for you will be with him.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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