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From one place Humanity’s foundation support life for each living soul. From that same place, one image of love’s created in-spite of the things needed of everyone. Like the two-edged sword, forged in the heat of desire romance and the romantic exist within the same standards of being infatuated of humanity. One being the inheritor of the one legacy while all others parallel. Because I’m not Christ but society peers on as his body, my action as a lover shall defy the body, and justifying the standards of true romance as stipulated by black-smiths of romance. Because the seed of human will’s sewn long before this love crafts perfection we inherit sin and taste the sight of lovers like adversary battling for favor of the field. Because of the already existing evidence of my legacy I offer myself for your indulgence  Because I’m a sinner I must accept your decision as just reward for a sinner. If that be God‘s will, we shall be as the sword to the body. If I’m denied the act of being your want then I stand smitten because of my imperfection. From everlasting to everlasting this blade this song and this act be empowered. This selfsame day man shall recognize the epitome of his demeanor. Without perfection man shall be cast aside as scrap. Because our inhibitions tempered with the hammer, our unity stands as everlasting sin. Sin against sinner, or sinner rewarded for sin. From the maker’s hand our foundation’s obscured. With our heart we find our maker’s will and rediscover our need of others. the vow of a woman promises a man he’ll never fall beneath the veil of his darkest sin. For love we stand united to conquer those things devised for our failure. Divided I’m only an image ideal to the author.

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If the afterlife meant despite being dead our eye still sees what our soul wants to see, I choose thee as my icon to see for eternity. Extracted from your place as the apple of my eye and dressed in your prismatic membrane I loath to adore thee. Dressed abundantly of blessed and futile tongues from sin spoke vainly . Naught, uttered of, as we fill that space with things we expect to see after submitting our vision filled of apathetic like feelings. Let us fill from within mine emerald eye the sanctity thou demand being encompassed by. For that garment of righteousness does suit the better than being imprisoned within only delusion of distant want. Because the eye is the window to the soul I only accept being forced to gaze into void and emptiness if my delusion cannot prove me less delusional. Stand before me and live beyond the green of mine eye. Stand before and dwell beyond the emerald dream. The end of the dream is that moment we’re enlightened by illumination of the thing our sins create for us. Self centered this ting can shame me. Leaving me unrewarded to stare into the dark of loneliness and oceans of being forgotten. Take this thing we share and enable us. For us this delusion is what you wanted. Because you’ve spoken those things my idea of what you are , is it not the same? Will I parish entombed of wretched things I imagined in vain? Will I parish or were you bounding yourself unto dominion of sin and sinner? will you be my master, or shall I subject myself into slavery unto sin? Hidden within this dream is the name thou gave me. The name I shall know you as. your name I stitch into the fabric of our being and let it shine throughout the reaches of this nothing.

To all bloggers I love; sometimes the literal existence of life is bewildering. Other times it can deliver us into a world we accept as our reality.

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The stripes on my back; I wear them for the affliction thou cast upon me. Browsing storehouses of someone elses dreams contributed from humanity, and paid for in full, with currency made from our sin. Contributions from humanity, and humanity’s tendency of dramatizing everything it touches. Cached for someone else, somewhere else under standards falsely guaranteed. Do I play a prisoner for your amusement, or am I enticement of your fetish like accord? For your self-inflicted pleasure, be sanctioned for you. If I accept discipline from yon, otherwise delicate hand, and for you I’m bound in a place of sin and confined in your reign. Because of these sins confessed shall people assume your sins are equally great compared to mine own? Certainly I am a vain sinner believing you and I share the same dream. I only have glimpsed into your soul finding only your dream and your idea of wealth. Idea nurtured from the whip, I’m whipped. Vain glory is yours!Our sins are not the in the same heart, and the fantasy wither like gardens in end.  If we’re pleased by disposition of woe, each lash I receive define me as sacrifice for greater sin and for your glory. For nought, our delusion replenish not. From the hand of woe, let riches from digital age in-garlanded us. Let our multitudes search the cache of someone else and their interpretation of what we are.  A gem among jewels, despite the agony of affliction given. Perfection and the imperfection. The thorn on the crown of rose wreathed for glory of sinners.

My search lead me into a journey of someone elses creating. Foul defines the act of being lured by the image of fair maidens in roles paralleling things known as real. Finding false dreams on scores of pages in someone elses storehouse is another inspiration from the hand of euphoria. To all the bloggers I love; Perhaps availability of material for reading more is for justifying need of something from someone else, or, ones self.

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All our mania, and the influence they have on us is the reason I’m composing this post. Within earlier posts, I conducted emphasis on the root of our reason to quest for sanction of things everyone desires. Primarily, I’m focusing on the reason nearly all those desires sought have clandestine places we compose our acts for.

The altar is a place people choose for confession and remission of sins. Those confessions include any vow to another person for intimate unity of that person. This is by far, the very sinful nature people posses as humans. Due to the nature of those vows, a person has subjected themselves to every other existing sin. Pride, envy, lust, jealousy, wrath, gluttony, and sloth all live within the mania of humans being human.  Incidentally, those acts dwell near the altar of our faith.

Because our mania allow exaggeration of so many things, sin and the act of confession of sin have a double standard like characteristics. Veiled from our perception of true reasons, remission of sin is the act of asking for forgiveness of something we enjoy, regardless. From the Old Testament, we find our place and our nature. Within content of The New Testament, we rediscover the origin of our desire. Mania has always eluded the virgin heart, but forgiveness always provided hope for the lost. Due to the nature of the first , we must believe confession of sin is of being human. Maybe a sinful act for the nature of sinners. Due to the nature of sin in the natural environment of humans being human, condemnation is a thing not acceptable in the hearts of righteousness. Thus, if a man wore trousers tight enough his penis was nearly visible from the impression within, or skirts shortened so women enjoyed themselves sin is nigh. For the acts of sinners, I’d be at the altar during sunday service hoping for an anointing from head to toe. Due to the nature of worse sins, those people feeling the effects of sensual pride get restrained in sin of sloth. Because of acceptance of our sins at the altar, blessed we are in a body enticing to the eye, option for less profound sin we have. Despite those inheritors of the faith, and the names given for proof, sometimes humans being human are humans suffering unacceptable sin. Taking oath for the hand of a lover at the altar is still act of sin, and appears as an abominable act toward God. the whore of Israel, and mary shared a thing Jesus couldn’t deny. sin is greater than love, and the origin of our being human. Mania is the term coined for people seeking guidance from learned people of faith. Disappointment is the best sanction rewarded for any attempt of confessors alike.

To all the bloggers I love; isn’t bi-polar defined by definition resembling one of my blog posts?

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