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Flesh is Meat

What is flesh? Is it weak? Is it meat? Does it stink? Only when dead, or maybe even alive. Flesh is the part that owes a surprise To the inner you, the favored you, the spirit you Is flesh really you? Why is it so hard to let go? We can live without it But it’s hard to acknowledge Vegetarian or veganism is a road that’s least traveled Because it requires discipline to say no An obedience to say yes, and A will to let go of eating flesh To die to flesh, To say “good bye flesh” And live without flesh. Besides, it’s only meat, not always tender Sometimes foolish, and other times weary But most times a distraction from purpose and destiny. Are you willing to give up your meat? Get rid of flesh to get rid of flesh. Choose to die daily.

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