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Is it true what I heard about the son of God? I'm waiting here for Everyman in the 21st century After my wreck I had stigmata on my hands I wrecked my car on Ash Wednesday Gave up my car for Lent Lent started February 10th that year of 2016 I saw a vision of a personal hell Thought I'd be in that car for eternity But I saw that sweet siren with me in the car My vision was something occult-like Demons swooping in But it was probably all just in my head I left Florida and flew back to California Went to a Catholic church and prayed and took communion Prayed for Christ to save my soul Then I set my sights on the Church of Scientology I heard they are a strange cult and not too good But with an open heart listened to what they offered In Dianetics auditing I returned to the car wreck and my birth Covered some other experiences too Not sure what they can do with you once you give your thoughts away I read about the Gnostics and Scientology is something similar A knowingness of the true spirit instead of faith It's a lot to unpack and I still don't know much about it I have infinite faith and infinite doubt True faith must always have doubt Not sure what the Gnostics must've been smoking People come to the faith in mysterious ways Some institutions try to sell belief Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between But who made the stars and stretched their distances? Or breathed life into life? Who created the expanse of endless dark?
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Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 8:30 PM UTC
Christian Poem
Is it true what I heard about the son of God? I'm waiting here for Everyman in the 21st century After my wreck I had stigmata on my hands I wrecked my car on Ash Wednesday Gave up my car for Lent Lent started February 10th that year of 2016 I saw a vision of a personal hell Thought I'd be in that car for eternity But I saw that sweet siren with me in the car My vision was something occult-like Demons swooping in But it was probably all just in my head I left Florida and flew back to California Went to a Catholic church and prayed and took communion Prayed for Christ to save my soul Then I set my sights on the Church of Scientology I heard they are a strange cult and not too good But with an open heart listened to what they offered In Dianetics auditing I returned to the car wreck and my birth Covered some other experiences too Not sure what they can do with you once you give your thoughts away I read about the Gnostics and Scientology is something similar A knowingness of the true spirit instead of faith It's a lot to unpack and I still don't know much about it I have infinite faith and infinite doubt True faith must always have doubt Not sure what the Gnostics must've been smoking People come to the faith in mysterious ways Some institutions try to sell belief Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between But who made the stars and stretched their distances? Or breathed life into life? Who created the expanse of endless dark?
michael-bauer
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Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 8:30 PM UTC
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