The Illusion: J. R.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
The lies that inherent all systems should not be accepted. No matter the cause, or the price.

Submitted: January 30, 2013

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I profess the reason I confess,

Is death; this the reason of unrelenting stress.

This leavened bread risen into a cultured greed,

Brethren imprisoned into following false leads.



So now I hold a lamp in the midst of dark they call light

We the few are camped, using His words to fight.

Desolate and faded these sheep walk with false tongue 

Desperate and jaded, mouths of silver and hearts of dung.



Hypocrites at the maximum screaming out righteous writings

Ignoring the surrounding decorum still focused on tithing.

Lovers of self and trusting in men

When Christ died He did not say “Let sin begin.”



Hold tight to scripture for it cannot be easily changed

Let loose lies like rapture and escape false chains.

When I say stress from death, it is not mine.

I am with His word, His Will, and all in His time.



I am not perfect, I beseech Him in fear and aw

Shouting, "Yehovah I hope I can handle both Spirit and Law."


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