What does it take to believe the brave trapeze artists
of eternity, or the villains that downsized them due to
the shocking abduction of truth. There is a vacancy
that looms between Galilee and Rome, because so
much fact is hidden in the archives, the stealing from
history, to reinvent a religion to be made corrupt; and the pontification
of lies. Doesn’t the Vatican need to call all its Popes – Paul?
Mum and Dad always had a life in my soul. They can try
to take me away from me by ripping me apart from my bones.
I bleed with the stones that are pelted at me. But this arrangement
to fob me arrives like some convenience for me and their frustration.
Joseph is in patient waiting, Mary in meditative gestation. James in eternal hope.
I just keep challenging every decibel they throw at me; there is
no abuse that stops short of reverting itself back at the tyrants.
I am not the Midas of their making, ruing my gold. It subsists in my soul.
There is an encumbrance, and there is an ambience. No evil encumbrance
that constrains me, can take away the silhouette of love I painted to
beautify the paradise of love in my soul!
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