every move/thought i make Depends on ChoiceA Poem by RuseInexevery move/thought i make Depends on Choice
love the lord thy God with all thy heart
my heart it beats and bleeds in sighs and rhythm of love's swoon oh heart, you wish to follow what is forbidden, kills the soul of common man things pleasant yet awful, intrinsic feel, taste of toxic syrup, drenched death vile sweat fluid feels unclean, corpse cadaverine aroma, cesspool's diploma wicked creature, arises from the depths of chasm's porthole, seeks allurement, soul companionship, host to feed upon energy to suck on, inhabit, cohabit, possess divinely lit counterfeit, blueish light, fair form attracts attention suddenly shape shifts slip, black lips filth, red horns protruding, ghastly sight curved cylindrical, bases round, pointed defiance toward heaven hell bound, flames reserved; it does not care, its saliva putrid drips laughs and mocks, "do not abstain nor refrain, despise instead the spirit of God yet more, ignore extinguish his speech 'til forevermore, let it die in your brain; along with me, come with me to what is forbidden, satisfy your lust, for anarchy's freedom unrestrained, do what thou willest, join me in the task of self defilement, drink the flask of bile; it's good to spill upon the smooth ivory flesh of innocence join me to hell, the flames therein do warm, oh stupid, foolish evil man, take your pleasure in full abandon; be like me!" the demon being transforms to sensual female flesh none human man can resist yet word of gold, word of life, word of lamb of God does with strength's suffering prevail, "do not rebel against God, let your mind dwell upon whatever is good, whatever is lovely and worthy of praise, let your mind dwell on these things" love the lord thy God with all thy might my muscles' strength grip to pull and push the task at hand my mind's strength does exude stronger still, it offers no quarter, no yield yet my flesh side of mind desires to dwell contemplate upon thoughts of self to promote exalt self to high appeal platform be worshipped by others and intellect of pride in self achievement be it done my own way whether by stealth hook or crook, follow the world's way step on other's toes, get to the top, reach for the gold, the bullion of greed materialism for its own sake and hoard and take and bow to mammon baphomet b*****d hell's breed, idol w***e i will not, that wretched horrid vomit's pile o' stinking schiet "stop, peace be still, man shall not live by bread alone but by every word that comes out of God's mouth, seek first the kingdom of God and all things will be given to you, store for yourself treasures in heaven, not on earth, i am returning to heaven after my crucifixion and resurrection and i will make ready a special place for you, a mansion, love the lord thy God with all thy soul" my soul cries out in the night for his presence yet in flesh of weakness time, it cries for doubt and vice of ordinary live in nothing but pleasure's sake and for vanity, quench my thirst with only liquid of passion's body needs repel, expel, eschew faith, substance of things unseen, things of God seek not simple things, fearful things, choose instead in weakness of your clay, require not, ask not, nor seek for courage of heaven above his spirit holy, envelopes my heart and mind, love the lord thy God with all thy understanding my thoughts dwell on truth and justice fair of equity i wretch at thought of broken words and sighs of lies to hurt i recognize the vain in my my other nemesis alter ego freudian id rid, yet be fully me in God's rebirth, reborn of my old to new born again in and by his spirit and with his sword that is his word i can and do and will prevail, exhale putrid breath of death of mortal fallen man of dust to living breathing man, made eternal for forever life new body, new mind resurrected on the final day just like him, Jesus son of God "for all who thirst come to me and i will give eternal life; whoever believes in me will forever live" © 2016 RuseInex |
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Added on March 12, 2016 Last Updated on March 12, 2016 AuthorRuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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