Romans 10:9-11
9 That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.
10 For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation.
11 For the scripture saith, Whosoever believeth on him shall not be ashamed.
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Wicked. Really awesome poem with the metaphors and similies of the wall of your heart peeling like paint. The whole thing reminded me of this character from this show called Heroes I think. There was this character that was an artist that was basically an oracle. Everything he saw though basically, was death and torture. The true ugliness in life. Anyways your poem reminded me of him. It was as if you painted his soul perfectly with words. Also, what Emily Burns with explanation of art is never being pretty. To be honest the truth is never really pretty and most of the best artwork comes from a tortured soul or based off a tortured world. Sad really.
If I peal back the layers and look to the truth inside I simply cannot hide from the fact that even I have done things that i am not proud of. If I let go of the pain though how will I ever live with myself. Dam I have read some amazing words today. Thank You for sharing this with me. It was a pleasure to read to be sure.
Bloody powerful work with force and love of life combined. Truly wonderful work, from the theme to the handling of the language. In others hands it would be plodding, but in skilled hands.... Damn you're good. Nice to see you posting back on here man.
This was a great write. There is darkness everywhere, but you do have to find the light eventually. The scriptures you chose really do fit with this. And it's true. Every one should truly understand like you are. Thanks for sharing.
i read your words twice, and then i read the verse from romans and pondered
i got a sound lecture because of the poem your review prompted yesterday, but art is truth and truth is art, and there is release in being really honest even if it isn't always pretty
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