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Jtlbl May 2020
Inked skin let the devil in.
A mistake you make.
Liviticus19:28
Now God will your soul forsake
You say your body is a temple,
So why not decided to paint walls.
Fearing Gods judgement sin and hell,
Avoiding the sound and smell of tattoos and parlor, well.
Trying to saint,
Realisticly a sinner
Eat your heart out,
jesus didn't hang with winners
Kane killed Abel like a beginner
Matthew a sinner and debt collector
Jesus still showed loved and a disciple he become, blossoming  nectar.
Religion and ink
Mix well together I think
Jeremiah 1:5

God already knew.
In a place without time or space.
In this unknown, before conception
we spoke face to face.
Every sin and wrong doing like a movie
seen time and time.
He knew me,
Mistakes I made, achieved
My life was never up to lady luck or plain chance.
Tattoos are a sin unto Gods image?  
Genesis1:27
created in perfection
So disease, pain,addiction and affliction?
he knew me before I began.
he knew I'd sin and would stain my skin.
Knew addiction knew lI would suffer endless torment and pain with in.
knew my life and knew what he planned
Gave me life and gave free will
decide? wanting God at my side?
Sins of mine just Dont hide.
Within but upon my skin too they resides
Wailling to let God in, decides Collisions 3:23

My heart he knew it.
Gilled it with passion and art.
Directed me with my addiction
Allowing no doubt in
True conviction
Romans 12:16
As if he vocalised my vocation
Truly unmistaken.
People came, passion grew.
His name they now, knew.
Some people a blessings,
Some a lesson.
Some he took along the way.
I still think of them everyday
The good die young or so I've heard
Read page to page every word 
In search of answers left dismayed  found only testimonies of the price paid
Used to sinners to convey words
The disciples lead on this quest
Not a soul he took in jest
Romans 1:12- 1 Timothy 4:14*
Talent inking a sin confused, left a haze,
In the end of days
before devil returns seals are broken
Realizing revolution's
Gods promise of condemnation.
Tallied my sins, passion carried
That of my addiction and life i buried.
Not willing to risk salvation
My soul needs rest
at the end of this Damnation;
selling it's self, sloth glutten greed ****** immorality
It's reality "
Pull in, all the cool people are here, or still Coming through, chill pool side, got your Shades on for flames in your eyes?
The devil said
Decided blessings
Tired of curses feeling like rehearsals
God lessons learnt?
Disbelieving trails ahead?
time for me to find one true?
Thing I only ask you?
God smide with my plans laid?
You made, last eye to eye,
1 Peter 4.10
My tattoing born in you
If you knew the my sins,
You knew my art
A skill you grew, in Grace
Done unto you
I now wear a tattooed
Cross upon my face.
Defined in you these sins I do
Soul Salvation
Or
Condemnation?
#Quidink #Johnnyquid
#quidinktattoos #quidinktattoos #quidink
#Mrquid #quidpoems #tattoos #ink #inkgame
impulsen til at skrive med store bogstaver for ligesom at lade noget af al den kaotiske energi der sliber mig op indefra som sandpapir ud
som om livet gentager sig
ikke flere emner end tre, der ligesom bare kører på repeat
med forskellig indpakning
jeg kan skrive en hel sang om, hvordan jeg fortrød at mase en bille
fordi jeg ikke gad smide den ud af vinduet som normalt

men jeg føler at jeg har hørt det hele før som om vi drukner i ekkoer
i nedslidte ideer i nylonstrømper der løber i bølger af opbrugte stemmer

sådan en undren om, hvorvidt enhver sætning indenfor de eksisterende sprog allerede er blevet sagt eller skrevet eller tænkt
om nogen har artikuleret denne sætning i samme præcise formulering
eller om der er
r u m m e l i g h e d
til mig
L S Tesler May 2014
jeg forstår ikke
hvordan du ikke kan savne mig
hvordan kan du smide alt væk
alt som vi havde
alt vi delte
fra en dag til en anden
fra alting til ingenting
hvordan? hvorfor?

var din kærlighedserklæring en løgn?
Kristine Jensen Jun 2015
du havde alt du behøvede, for at kunne leve med de sår og ar som måtte være på den stolte sjæl.


alligevel, formår du at smide det hele på jorden og skodde på det, som om det aldrig havde betydet noget.

men er det ikke løgn?
- dige om hævn

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