Yeshua taught many, using these tools.
The hidden kabbalah, he leaked through his schools.
Not born in a manger, on top of some hay.
September eleventh, the actual day.
Born to a family, more power than shown.
Access to secrets, to practice and hone.
Raising to Christos and all it attends.
Knowing their system, and when it all ends.
Sending his love out, as far as you see.
Feeling inside what he was, and would be.
the other they made, was attached to control.
Sliding the pagan, in all that we know.
This that they took, and all we're taught wrong.
Can no longer stop, what is Yeshua's song.
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Author:
Steve Glodenfort (Pseudonym) (
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What a beautiful poem of mysticism and truth hidden in metaphor and symbols. Be like the owl that sees at night from the profane hide the light.
Beautiful
Beautiful poem, Steve!
The Bible is to be taken literally. Yeah, right.
One shot's all we get , then eternal damnation or heaven. Yeah, right.
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