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The past lingers like shadows on your soul
You catch a glimpse but it is gone
Faded peripheral vision
But clear for anyone else to see
Like a tattoo, permanent
It can be covered up but the reality of what it was never changes
There for all to judge erroneously
There for all to condemn out of context
Shadows on your soul that have moved on
While the world mocks
The sum of me in the mind's eye"
Of someone who barely knows themselves
Casting boulders from glass mansions
Let him who is without sin?
No one is righteous
All have turned away
There is no fear before their eyes of God
Not the real God anyway
The god of their own creation?
Made in their own image?
He stands in pious approval
Assuring that the sun does indeed set in the east
And that they are the center of the narcissistic universe they have created
The poison of asps is upon our lips yet they drink it like holy water
The truth dies a death of a thousand cuts
It lies bleeding in my hands
A stain upon my soul
In a world that mugs veracity
And assaults the absolute
Even the good Samaritan passes by
And lets the truth breathe its last
A relic of a bygone era
Fading into the background
Of a world that customizes verity to fit personal worldview
Everyone in their own silo
Nowhere to go
Somewhere the sociopath laughs
Everywhere, God weeps
Credentialed Minister of the Gospel for the Assemblies of God. Owner and founder of 828 ministries. Vice President for Goodwill Industries. Always remember that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose.