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Here I stand, a little over two-thousand years later!
There worlds are not the same, coming from the creator
One ritually set to hold fast.
The other has forgotten about the laws of the past.
I look about entranced into the wonder of how this came to be.
This is not what I thought it would be!

I was born like any other man in the present;
Through a line of sin not hesitant.
As I grew older I became entangled in the worlds flesh.
It started simple, just taking things that had different owners, what a mess.
My mother had no control over me, the honor was gone.

And then it was not long ,
before I would provoke false accusations against my neighbors,
For the little possessions of his labors
His wife to start with, and maybe his daughter to.
And any other envious things My lustful eye can view.
All the way to the grave where he lay.....
The flowers by the way!

Soon there after my pride soon set in.
My eyes began to see the lust there set to begin.
My ears began to her the whispers in my ear;
The words of all those jezebels, my dear!
My head began to swell.

There was not much left to that simple check list.
I found that the holy-spirit had been offended, I insist!
by my many doubtful words, It was a twist of the wrist.

I had been tempted once again two-thousand years later!
I feel so much more like a traitor.
This time in a world not even children are holy, pure and clean,
I know that sounds mean.
Thank the sins of the forefathers,
For there's have taken there toll.

Its A place were I have stubbed my toe,
And now I will reap what I sow
I have left my flesh free to roam,
All the pleasures of your life,
The place you call home!
I have not that control that my sins do hold.

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