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The Campfire glows
Then crackles in watchful thoughts
Burning with Life
Upon the night embers
"Miserere" is the fire and smoke
of memory's air
Flaming the mind
Repetitiously-
An onslaught from cyclic, daily malevolences
The Fabricated political weaving of Grace, Unity and Comfort
Fused with religious deception, shackles of man-made conformity
The Pied pipers of divisive theologies
Sheet Music created to control, not for saving, a soul
Sermons
Masterblasted by blowhards dressed in blowtorches impersonating golden candlesticks
The blind, deaf and mute to the truth,
The innocent and naive are caught up in those webs they weave
Conception is crushed
Confusion consumed
Conglomeration never complies
By Men that do not want to overcome their sin.....ever
The door leading to eternal life has only 2 pathways.
Only one is guaranteed.
On Earth
Life is too rushed
And the little left
is
Embedded in the brick of discontent
envy is the mortar
Greed lies covered in whitewash
Brainial beliefs stoke mankind's minimal minds
Questioning life and death and all
In between
Earth time
And
Your time
Internal vs External
Flesh vs Soul and Spirit
Existence, what is it
No one knows but gets an amnesia like taste of it in different forms
Those forms being like the wind
With no memory of origin or destination
Just because you can not see the wind
Does not nullify Existence
Carnality
Burns in hues of Reds and greens
dripping flames
They're doused and drained
Spiraling around perpetual darkness
In search of gain
Scorching
Even the coldest
Of concrete hearts
Caught inside the gloomed abyss they surrender themselves to
Many feel this way about the creator
To see is to believe
Simple isn't really as simple as it seems
Belief or unbelief
Faith or Fear
Beyond the Araphel-
there is god
Waiting-
On mankind
To either become the kadosh.....
Or go into unrepentant perdition
But God is kind
He allows choice
It matters not if one is chosen or not
Grace is a gift of the first resurrected-
A reward for achieving genuine belief.
Sincere proof of rebirth is in acts of righteousness
The hardest commandment to follow and obey is to Love each other
Those in the second resurrection
Fell short
Many never had a chance.
Deception put Many on the wider path
Still, of those in the second resurrection
All have a chance-
A chance truly understood
After death's
final roll call
Is complete
Earth's hourglass sand soon will end
I would suggest
To refine the flesh and rid your own soul's smoke
Put on the robes
of God's light
Which is
PURE
LOVE
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
Written on 2026-06-14 at 23:52
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Campfire Musings
Solo, I'm seated and feelThe Campfire glows
Then crackles in watchful thoughts
Burning with Life
Upon the night embers
"Miserere" is the fire and smoke
of memory's air
Flaming the mind
Repetitiously-
An onslaught from cyclic, daily malevolences
The Fabricated political weaving of Grace, Unity and Comfort
Fused with religious deception, shackles of man-made conformity
The Pied pipers of divisive theologies
Sheet Music created to control, not for saving, a soul
Sermons
Masterblasted by blowhards dressed in blowtorches impersonating golden candlesticks
The blind, deaf and mute to the truth,
The innocent and naive are caught up in those webs they weave
Conception is crushed
Confusion consumed
Conglomeration never complies
By Men that do not want to overcome their sin.....ever
The door leading to eternal life has only 2 pathways.
Only one is guaranteed.
On Earth
Life is too rushed
And the little left
is
Embedded in the brick of discontent
envy is the mortar
Greed lies covered in whitewash
Brainial beliefs stoke mankind's minimal minds
Questioning life and death and all
In between
Earth time
And
Your time
Internal vs External
Flesh vs Soul and Spirit
Existence, what is it
No one knows but gets an amnesia like taste of it in different forms
Those forms being like the wind
With no memory of origin or destination
Just because you can not see the wind
Does not nullify Existence
Carnality
Burns in hues of Reds and greens
dripping flames
They're doused and drained
Spiraling around perpetual darkness
In search of gain
Scorching
Even the coldest
Of concrete hearts
Caught inside the gloomed abyss they surrender themselves to
Many feel this way about the creator
To see is to believe
Simple isn't really as simple as it seems
Belief or unbelief
Faith or Fear
Beyond the Araphel-
there is god
Waiting-
On mankind
To either become the kadosh.....
Or go into unrepentant perdition
But God is kind
He allows choice
It matters not if one is chosen or not
Grace is a gift of the first resurrected-
A reward for achieving genuine belief.
Sincere proof of rebirth is in acts of righteousness
The hardest commandment to follow and obey is to Love each other
Those in the second resurrection
Fell short
Many never had a chance.
Deception put Many on the wider path
Still, of those in the second resurrection
All have a chance-
A chance truly understood
After death's
final roll call
Is complete
Earth's hourglass sand soon will end
I would suggest
To refine the flesh and rid your own soul's smoke
Put on the robes
of God's light
Which is
PURE
LOVE
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
Written on 2026-06-14 at 23:52
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