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I feel as if I've grown accustomed to this
Product of estimated anti-bliss.
Taken in by the oceans wide
Busted apart from the coming tide.
And the winds carry me onward
To the very end of the Peninsula.
Where I take in a breath of the salty air
That leaves grains of sand underneath my eyelids.
They say no man is an island,
And that life is where the crowds follow.
But I like to be alone.
I feel alone when I am in the crowd.
I feel happier when I'm looking down at the bottoms of my shoes, with the dirt caked on, and the remenants of chewed up bubble-gum.
When I am seen in a crowd I hover for an escape.
And when people ask me questions about myself, I wonder- what is their motive and how are they going to use it against me?
Maybe this is a stretch of the imagination, but I prefer to remain distant...
Especially if they talk way too much.
But when I am with God, I feel at peace.
I don't like anything interrupting it.
And I feel that my desires are in complete contradiction of how at peace I can be, when God is with me.
In terms of persecution-
I wait for his Holy Spirit to come upon me, before the time of trouble.
But when he doesn't come upon me, I end up resenting life.
I end up going back (slightly) to my ways of thinking, there is frustration and an ego that remains merges to the surface.
Valiantly pushing forward with his agenda, trying to pierce and muddy my flesh... most times he is stricken down with the Word of God...but sometimes he wins with morsels stuck between his teeth. Like the healthy of this world who live their life eating vegetables, this demon eats crumbs that fall off the table and laps them up with anguish and spite.
But let's get real here:
The flesh and the spirit have nothing in common, and they remain disconnected family members.
The flesh will go straight to sheol.
And the Spirit will remain with us in the afterlife, upward in a beam of light.
Product of estimated anti-bliss.
Taken in by the oceans wide
Busted apart from the coming tide.
And the winds carry me onward
To the very end of the Peninsula.
Where I take in a breath of the salty air
That leaves grains of sand underneath my eyelids.
They say no man is an island,
And that life is where the crowds follow.
But I like to be alone.
I feel alone when I am in the crowd.
I feel happier when I'm looking down at the bottoms of my shoes, with the dirt caked on, and the remenants of chewed up bubble-gum.
When I am seen in a crowd I hover for an escape.
And when people ask me questions about myself, I wonder- what is their motive and how are they going to use it against me?
Maybe this is a stretch of the imagination, but I prefer to remain distant...
Especially if they talk way too much.
But when I am with God, I feel at peace.
I don't like anything interrupting it.
And I feel that my desires are in complete contradiction of how at peace I can be, when God is with me.
In terms of persecution-
I wait for his Holy Spirit to come upon me, before the time of trouble.
But when he doesn't come upon me, I end up resenting life.
I end up going back (slightly) to my ways of thinking, there is frustration and an ego that remains merges to the surface.
Valiantly pushing forward with his agenda, trying to pierce and muddy my flesh... most times he is stricken down with the Word of God...but sometimes he wins with morsels stuck between his teeth. Like the healthy of this world who live their life eating vegetables, this demon eats crumbs that fall off the table and laps them up with anguish and spite.
But let's get real here:
The flesh and the spirit have nothing in common, and they remain disconnected family members.
The flesh will go straight to sheol.
And the Spirit will remain with us in the afterlife, upward in a beam of light.