Dance of sin.

Salvation to most people is, staying away from sin. We are born of sin but it is by the redemption of the blood of the lamb that we are made new,of no sin. Desire as the bible says gives birth to sin which in return results to death, though the products of sin maybe rewarding for a while, whatever is got  of sin whithers and just like dust disappears without a trace. 

Sin is a pest that out of desire you invite in, it pleases you, eats you slowly with a smile to a point you get soaked in so deep, then your thoughts become one of a lost sheep, one that thinks its beyond redemption, a walking corpse. So to sin you dedicate your body and destroy your soul. 

To shear a sheep you have to give it lots of food. todays Christianity can be viewed so, in sin you get more, and more you want, the devil gives you lots of food, you grow big and so are those around you,then a time for shearing his sheep comes, and you become one with the lost, awaiting slaughter.
There is no extend to what sin can make us do. Look at the story of Herod and John the baptist,it is out of the desire to call people to the gospel that John questioned  Herod about marring  Herodia his brothers wife.  That was all kind of sin from sexual sin, to perverting to hatred, for you cannot tell me Herod’s brother took it lightly, it went  as far as to murder in the most in human way.

How long had Herodias wanted John out of her way? The erotic dance then, presenting itself to her,do you think the devil had no hand in that? That conniving lier knows well to present a good opportunity , you think he doesn’t  know  what you love? If its money he shows you where to steal, come to sex he provides lots of chances , ladies keep coming your way,men shower you with praises, the devil knows well how to haunt, he then blinds you from the truth making them that enlighten you the enemies, they become church people, pretenders, judges, when all they simply do is call you to the truth.

By sin of  no sin John died, he died for doing good. In the same situation someone else would have beautified sin ,smoothened it giving it the colour of gold, sparing life but condemning souls, and probably getting something of it. Don’t find pleasure in getting blessings from sin. 
What happened to, we live by the grace of God , by faith, by believing in a better us, by trusting in his will,good thing  we are given free will, i say, if its sin, soak your self in it and reap from its fruits, if its  God live by him, like there is nothing else you got to do, don’t leave us confused of what you are. in a group of zebras try not to be coloured, different.

Choose the dance you want to be good at,don’t twist your legs trying dance both dances.  A chameleon has never been known to walk faster for it has to adjust to each and every colour, explains why the hare is faster, think about it.

Game of love.

I know not to write of love for it is pain i see. Hypocrisy, deception, and a game of want.

For its what one wants one plays to get. There are seekers in this game, genuinely good persons who seek for a true story, but the true players  don’t play to win, they play to get what they want, leaving the seekers on the look out. 

I know not to write of love, this game of showing of. What have got to what you’ve got, lost in between are those that got nothing. 

A game of popularity and age. The eye is blinded to what it sees,the soul packed aside to not feel the guilt,and a thrown conscience to not feel how wrong it has become as long as the body gets what it wants.

My hands knows not what to write for my mind will not participate in this lie, my heart feels for love for its slowly fading, scared of what tomorrow is gonna be. Scared of writing of pain and tears, of a seeker broken by a player who gets not crushed. Scared that I’ll be no more wise in the knowledge of a true love. Scared i will join the seeker in finding that which is being pushed to extinction. Scared that the seeker will not know true when they find it. They’ll not tell a lie from truth.

I know not to write of love but speculations, what if,what is, how is it going to be. 

“When hurt in love,take it as a lesson learnt and if ever its a repeat,walk away no matter how much you think you will loose, do they not say that if its yours it will find its way to you? Don’t hurt you and keep on hating for what you may do to yourself. “

Beaten.

​How can he walk with his head held high? when shame has visited his home and redicule is his doorknob? How can he make them understand when they don’t listen? How can he speak without glances from them of good deeds? How can he tell them that the son’s they call righteous are birds of the feathers and they all flock together?
He can’t. so he wishes for fate to make them understand. He builds up an imaginary world. A garden of Eden with no serpent to make him fall and be of sin. He wishes they would fit in his shoes for a while. He creates a world with less harsh judgement. He wonders where this species that never fails came from.Them that know how to judge. 
A man has to live his life though. He got to clear his deeds with his Maker.He knows this though, A rock rolled up hill  can roll back to the man pushing it, just as Karma is a bitch.