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Each Imagined Sin
#1
Just outside the French windows of consciousness
I talked with my self, as companions often do,
in a voice languid as the maturing grass.
I'd decided I was a villain, and that my soul could not relax
beneath the burden of its mate: each imagined sin.
My self laughed tolerantly, adjusted his cushions,
and said: "your sins are everyone's sins.
You're hated as much as you're loved by mankind.
Don't despair: you're not special."
I smiled then, and fell asleep,
the grass maturing as I snored.
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#2
was that a belated easter poem?
consistency is the hobdob
of small minds[
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#3
What Easter references do you see?
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#4
(04-11-2012, 07:57 AM)heslopian Wrote: I'd decided I was a villain, and that my soul could not relax
beneath the burden of its mate: each imagined sin.
My self laughed tolerantly, adjusted his cushions,
and said: "your sins are everyone's sins.
You're hated as much as you're loved by mankind.
Don't despair: you're not special."

consistency is the hobdob
of small minds[
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#5
Same questionHuh Do you think that passage refers to Jesus?
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#6
SJ is so anti-Christian that everything looks religious to him LMAO
Wildcard is awesome.
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#7
yes i thought so,i see jesus behind every bend
consistency is the hobdob
of small minds[
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#8
He sees you too :p
Wildcard is awesome.
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#9
Please remove it now. I'm not comfortable with having my picture up on this site.
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#10
sorry,mate
consistency is the hobdob
of small minds[
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