…….Why praying to external gods is like a mirage at the edge of the horizon; the struggles of the self can be so compromising, only the self knows it’s destructive alliances, what’s that inner voice that has me itching like I took too much niacin, it can’t be confronted with spiritual panhandling, asking external forces to control what man was meant to be handling, prayer only reflects the wants of a soul, but it’s meditation that renders control, making the self pay its tolls, stopping and going according to my constructed molds, through meditations the short circuiting effects of fears and desires are exposed, your heavens was constructed by such short circuitry’s, your pastors still flirt with these, they might as well be telling mythological stories about Hercules.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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Nice internal rhyme within this write. It breaths as it speaks. Logic and reason are hard bed companions for children that would prefer a fairy tale.
They’’ll receive no fairytales from me, only if it somehow insinuates the truth.. thank you
You are most welcome
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