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Mind-boggling


Galatians 5:19-21 

19 Now the works of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity, depravity, 20 idolatry, sorcery, hostilities, strife, jealousy, outbursts of anger, selfish rivalries, dissensions, factions, 21 envying, murder, drunkenness, carousing, and similar things. I am warning you, as I had warned you before: Those who practice such things will not inherit the kingdom of God

 

Depravity a choice?

 

Slakbalah and Balahas went together on vacation.

They traveled through a mind to the center of attention.

They erected there a tent … and prepared for relaxation

and swallowed daily vitamins to be guided from frustration.

 

The place they had chosen … was not a pretty sight.

It seemed to be infested … with worms to terrorize.

All things appeared temporal … total lack of the infinite.

There hung a sickly odor … of puke and parasite.

 

Surrounded by walls it seemed … with really no way out.

It seemed so pressured up … with what it was all about.

The more it filled itself … the more there seemed to sprout

flows of its own sewage … recognized without a doubt.

 

Depravity at its best … came now in sight

not very attractive … but surely strong in might

it seemed undefeatable … and certain in its plight

to remove the Creator … but not without a fight.

 

It was a clear picture … developed in this mind.

It wanted to be its own god … in its chosen time.

A lover of darkness … with the attitude of a swine

as greed and anger flourished … drowned in sin of every kind.

 

Death was ruling everywhere … as the body moved through life.

The man had many children … and an attractive wife.

Many seemed to like him … as in darkness he knifed

to fulfill his own desires … at any cost and price.

 

No boundaries were keeping him … no restrictions curbed his plans.

Everything he hungered for … he grabbed with both hands.

He craved for the material … there just was no end.

He wanted to gain the whole world … as his soul ate death as planned.

 

Slakbalah and Balahas … picked up all their gear.

They had seen hell at work … and had been way too near.

Selfishness at the core … without any form of fear

had driven these men to the place … where only they were dear.

 

Jan Wienen

 

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