| | Exclaiming the thought process into a box of words is sometimes considered beautiful, but I say bleh.
If my mind is racing and my writing comes out all at once, you will certainly find that what I write is corny and young and incoherent and similar to the ramblings of a certain Holden Caulfield. But tonight I'm going to think harder than what flies from the tips of my digits and pound you something different.
I saw legions of human sin. I saw lust in her rawly state, laying bare on the bed of Lucifer.
I wept bitterly.
I wasn't always young.
I missed the neck and slew an ear.
I admonished my past as a pharisee.
Adhering to truth, I sailed a wave of regret
and washed ashore on the beaches of grace.
Climbing alongside the mountain of His will I looked down and saw a plagued road of guilt.
But looking up I caught a glimpse of the summit through the rain.
The silhouette of a man, and His Father.
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