Its funny, comedic in fact
to see those who think they have morals
yep
let me be clear
its not complicated
like it wasn't complicated with the Nazis
If you support Israel and Zionism
you have no morals
poets of ill repute
to you I puke
Epstein and Netanyahu
if those two arouses you
maybe move to Israel
with the rest of them
Have a happy birthday party
to the vigilantes of Israel
Living in an unwanted world
Tossed to and fro
With heavy breeze breezing
All hope seems lost
Lost in the midst of ravaging storm
Tossing East and North.
Caught amidst the combat of immorality
Weary and scary
Sharpened edges rust,
Once honored chastened.
Caught in the midst of thorns
Egg meant to meet with fragility chastened.
Marauding and parading
No light,no route, no Zeus.
Bright lightening fades,
yellow sun turned dark
Light to the path turn outcast
The cared for left
Leaving the light to fend for himself.
Is the light meant to fuel itself ?
How then shall it bear forth light ?
When day break,night cometh not ?
When night comes with darkness being the author of the day,
Vanishes, ashamed,is an outcast light summoned?
How be it the light comes up
When not fuelled?
Light cometh up but shines not .
When treated right,
Light shines and darkness vanishes
When there is alternative to light,
Is the light not ashamed?
Nothing replaces light for ever.
Even nature cometh and vanishes.
Then,shall light be appreciated but gone.
Of what gain shall it be for both creature?
Behold!! The mighty are falling..
In the tempted tunnel of a modern prostitute, who calls herself hookup girl..
Her charming chambers glitters...
Her couch caught mighty men to fall..
Her soul is a servant to Satan's service..
Shamelessly!!
She walked the part to seduce young men..
Her coast is cursed with the costume of calamity ...
..
Her beauty bring forth fornicators
To served her wine of modern slavery..
To succumb to sexaul immorality..
Thus!! That's a way to damnation..
A deadly way walk by many...
To abused His Holy Temple..
And tend tense her terrestrial terror..
A deadly trap call immorality which makes many become a slave to Satan's bidding...
I spoke out against the moral depravity.
My words were filled with emotional gravity.
But my dentist told me I just had another cavity.
How can I explain this feeling?
that burning temptation beneath my skin.
How can I yearn for something so deadly?
that I'll give in.
Why does it make me cry?
like I just committed a sin.
God would destroy me,
for loving him.
Yes, its icy-hot. So strong,
I'm being punished.
The chills are breaking me,
but the heat is building in me.
A bite here, a bite there.
the flowing of blood licking on my skin.
I know that you want me,
but please let me live.
Immorality
dishonourable
bad
sad
sour
and
a bitter form of life
that drives one into a deep hole
astray
a wrong direction
on an uneven path
with sinful mentality
a dirty mind
a serious suffocation of life
error
wrong intentions
unacceptable behaviour
unethical.
Drencho POET Loads
sweetness
forbidden by society
as hot poison
This frail frame of a mortal man
Made immortal by a will
In me and my own;
I walk beneath the great sky
In rain, in light, in dark
To pause and think like in a dream
To make a well judgment of reality
And my ideal dreams, seems to fade by will
Like the soft vanishing white cloud.
And this shade of dark cloud
Is true in pride, in scorn
For there was a beam
For telling false immortality
Of life and all the high,
And well living men into the infinite dark.
Flee Immorality And Seek God’s Purity!
God’s word says to “flee from sexual immorality.”
And to seek HIS wholesomeness and purity!
It reminds us that our flesh “wars against our soul.”
From every temptation, we must let go!
With each day, there’s a battle that rages on…
It’s a battle for doing what is right or wrong!
God’s word must be the moral
compass for our direction.
We need to seek his word for much needed correction!
We need to present our lives as pure to God above…
And seek to be filled with his goodness and love!
We need to be filled with things virtuous and good.
We ought to live as a follower of Christ should!
We must run fast from the “sinful traps”
we encounter!
We need to seek his holiness,
majesty and power!
God wants for each of us HIS very best!
All ungodly things in our life
need to be “put to rest!”
God’s will in each of us,
needs to be our goal!
For only Jesus can truly make
us complete and whole!
Why not allow God’s to give you
peace and contentment?
And give him your life with a 100% commitment?
By Jim Pemberton
Different sins...
Lusting after a man I've never met
Wrathful of the woman he's with now
Envious of the way he caresses her
Lusting for the inseam at his pants
Gluttony at the dinner table, rubbing my foot up his leg in private, while drinking wine
I'm too proud to wait for him to be done with her; it should be over sooner
Greedily I still entice him every chance I get, to join me in my bed
Although he is still hers...somewhat
It was not the deceit that I was bothered by but instead the lies and the injustice
through false preach and practice of a rule considered golden. I in turn vowed
vengeance upon the lass that felt wise and sly in the breaking of said rule and set
forth to derive a plan, the plan a lesson that would teach so deep as to chill the
blood; ensuring the rule never to be broken again and allowing for its return to
golden. The plan was drawn slowly and carefully like the execution of such plan will
be. Creating multiple roads for investigation all with dead ends, false starts and
sharp surprise; all the while carefully through time, inch by overlapping inch in
stealth towards climax. False clues for fun with hints of no relevance, never ever
shall I stray from what will be done. Day bled into day and so forth finds me fine
tuning from evil edge to beautiful core what is already I am sure a masterpiece of
plans. Early stages of watching and documenting habits as well as the habitats and
lives of those listed, hundreds of random keys tried in locks, finding fits. Alas! Ten
keys too turn, ten doors open at will, silent will.
drowning,deep into it,
breath escaping me fast,
limbs feebling every second,
i think its last,
descending still on,
i can still think,
give me a hand will you,
someone from somewhere,
silence and silence,
no response and no talk,
its getting worse,
i can think still,
i make an effort to focus,
and think sharp,
boy what do i get,
they are all drowning with me,
very ,very fast.
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