Mortality of the human race weakness
Not of the heart or mindset thing
Two ways to be in life's journey
Perfection of ourselves or I don't care attitude
Fallen to a world's dominant desires
We ask for forgiveness, bad notion we feel
Something's not right we know is true
Guilt, beauty deceives the eyes perception
Some living truth, others a fiction story
A hollow hope to good will of mankind
Where joy only finds love in lust
Sinner, darkness sickness for which we find wrong
Sinner, what every is unpurified soul
A wickedness beneath their being living
Emotions rage, desires of love and hatred
I, am no perfect to the stranger passing
A erge hard to resist its touch to wrong
Or choice we choose not strong in ourselves
A devilish deed we feel no remorse
Sinner breath I breathe all around me
Even my depths its black moon rise
A sinner, human nature or just who you are
A sinner following society ways of life
You are a lustful Pharisaic shark, who feeds voraciously from the sea of corruption.
You turn your soul away from the righteousness of God's ordinance, and now your head is sick with greed.
Your flesh burns with desire.
Your heart becomes laden with iniquity.
You wear an integument crimson as you let the tide of immorality navigate you to an equable rookery.
You are trapped in a world of get rich, stay rich syndrome.
So, at will, you summon your false devoted mien when you assemble the sheep.
You are a rhetoric genius.
You are brilliant in systematic explanations of the biblical text with theatrics and thematic expository narratives.
With an unpurified soul, you instill in yourself the force to be personable and charismatic as you sink your articulate fangs deep into the throats of your faithful sheep.
You gave birth to yourself and you live in a realm of narcissism.
You live with no prickling stings of regrets.
January 16, 2023
1 Timothy chapter 3 verse 8
2 corinthians chapter 8 verse 21