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The past lingers like shadows on your soul

You catch a glimpse but it is gone

Faded peripheral vision

But clear for anyone else to see

Like a tattoo, permanent

It can be covered up but the reality of what it was never changes

There for all to judge erroneously

There for all to condemn out of context

Shadows on your soul that have moved on

While the world mocks

Derides

The sum of me in the mind's eye"

Of someone who barely knows themselves

Casting boulders from glass mansions

Let him who is without sin?

Please

No one is righteous

All have turned away

There is no fear before their eyes of God

Not the real God anyway

The god of their own creation?

Made in their own image?

He stands in pious approval

Assuring that the sun does indeed set in the east

And that they are the center of the narcissistic universe they have created

The poison of asps is upon our lips yet they drink it like holy water

The truth dies a death of a thousand cuts

It lies bleeding in my hands

A stain upon my soul

In a world that mugs veracity

And assaults the absolute

Even the good Samaritan passes by

And lets the truth breathe its last

A relic of a bygone era

Fading into the background

Of a world that customizes verity to fit personal worldview

Everyone in their own silo

Nowhere to go

Somewhere the sociopath laughs

Everywhere, God weeps

Authors Bio:
Credentialed Minister of the Gospel for the Assemblies of God. Owner and founder of 828 ministries. Vice President for Goodwill Industries. Always remember that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose.