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1 Timothy 1:5 

But the aim of our instruction is love that comes from a pure heart,

a good conscience, and a sincere faith.

 

Pathway to health or destruction

Dreams turning to things that not ought to be

The difference between purity and sin’s fraction

Comes as a thief in the night for only you to see

 

Sinful is our nature and the flesh directs it

It’s written and proved that the flesh is no good

Here the battle’s raging and truth is dissected

As all around the signs show that deadly proof

 

Feelings are silhouetted on the fringe of reality

Emotions direct passions in forms of helplessness

All the wants and wishes underlining the fatality

That will come our way in our search for rest

 

Listen to the noises of human inventions

Choking out the chatter of nature’s origin

Artificial lives with all its pretensions

Repeating the flaws that already have been

 

Little left to say as words come out a pouring

Meaning watered down in multitude of thoughts

No time now is left for the simple cartooning

As it’s for certain that Godliness can’t be bought

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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