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His Faith these Days
Contributed by
gequetscht
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Friday, 24th January 2003 @ 05:20:00 AM in AEST
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It tortures his being
As he sits on his knees to pray
Crosses on his pillows
But no warm body in his bed
He has remained without a
So he must love his neighbor
His only sin
Lies just below the navel
He holds his bible as dear as his own blood
But the sun has grown dim for him these days
And faith diluted with lewdness
Again he feels the longing
He tries to silence
But it calls out from between his hips
He wants so much not to give in
Not to hear his own calling
But again he gives in
And he feels what peace can be
To have it is so bitter
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Re: His Faith these Days
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by Wrybod on
Sunday, 2nd February 2003 @ 03:19:47 AM AEST
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gequetscht, The supreme "commamdment" to life in all it's forms is "SURVIVE" that is first and foremost what all species are equiped to do. The fact that this conflicts with your religion cannot be resolved without a change in one or the other,
This is not a lifelong problem. When you are
young and virile as you are supposed to be the rules of society and racial survival are difficult to balance but as you get older it gets easier.
This is the way life was created to be don't worry about it.. Just keep your balance. Try not to fall off.
Quite a good write. |
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