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To Those Who Question
Contributed by
Rae
on
Friday, 4th February 2005 @ 10:16:31 AM in AEST
Topic:
ChristianPoetry
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Imagine yearning for black and white and a lack of fulfillment, A snowy trip along the cliffs of suburbia, where red carpets has been replaced by sheets of ice. A keen listener to a mute teacher. Color blinded. Sound streaming from a crack in the ceiling. I apologize for that. When word for word, a lie could have saved a hole from being made, and a bullet from being wasted. It's His innocence, It's their Greed, a common sign in the most insensitive of creatures. A cloth soaked with blood, and hands covered with charcoal, trapped in the gold mines of the book, of the Righteous heart, and unselfish mind. When the world decided not to argue with the Jury, the Criminals pleaded guilty, and took themselves to the Garden. He wanted to capture the innermost self, the pure, the Child... yet we turn our backs on Him, afraid to plead guilty, would rather resort to the Flowers in the Garden.
-Rae '05. 011205. Wed. 8:29PM.
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Rae
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2005-02-04 10:16:31] (Date/Time posted on
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