Page Fifty
Even I wonder do I buy what I'm
selling, is it the devil's voice but it's
my choice to listen, but there's
harm in searching but that's a lie,
and those lukewarm religious folks
who just lie there there are lying in
a pool of their own ignorance, seek
and ye shall find so if you don't go
out looking you dealt yourself your
own death sentence, if I'm wrong I
repent but there's no way this is it, I
know that this Holy script I follow
isn't as hallow because men sought
fit what would and wouldn't be
suitable for would be Christians to
take in, so it's our job to chase
Elohim despite if they want us to
meddle in this faith is not
something that I'm to ready to settle
in, especially when it seems on the
other side of the world Christianity
looks different, if we're all brothers
and sisters then why do we run
different races in the faith, too
many questions I don't have the
answers to they want us to believe
with this sugarcoated western faith
that the sky is always blue, so
untrue. So as I conclude this I do
know the harvest is full but the
laborers are few
Copyright © Corey Ross | Year Posted 2012
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