Friday, February 28, 2014

Think of Nothing but the Shivering of Your Soul Against the Cold.

Think of nothing but the shivering of your soul against the cold.


From the fire, you were born,
The heat comforts you as you bask in the warm,
Your parents teach you much, and much they warn,
Think of nothing but the shivering of your soul against the cold.
A strange urgence and once you ignore,
For learning is to be done and understanding to bore,
Independence is a light on a city, and you soon ignore,
Think of nothing but the shivering of your soul against the cold.
You are largely alone, you feel a sliver of warm abating,
You think it not harsh and keep on changing,
A girl soon finds your eyes and a coldness is weighting,
Think of nothing but the shivering of your soul against the cold.
This girl stoke your fire and feed your flame,
This cold you felt of loss and fear, she will make lame.
Yes, a romance is what is missing in your game!
Think of nothing but the shivering of your soul against the cold.
Her sex is amazing, but a coldness creeps in,
you're hearing a howling against the bedsprings' din,
you look up and see the frost spin...
Think of nothing but the shivering of your soul against the cold.
Indeed, her body wafts less of that glorious heat,
With each kiss, her magic continues to wean...
This girl is not sating you, a chill comes to scream.
Think of nothing but the shivering of your soul against the cold.
Another will fill it, how about ten on a screen?
But being alone lets the chill surge into your stream!
You find another girl, but she is not keen to the screen -
Think of nothing but the shivering of your soul against the cold.
You seek another body to keep you warm at night,
But the perversion makes you afraid to let intimacy be nigh -
For what if you want your girl to be another actress to porn's blight?
Think of nothing but the shivering of your soul against the cold.
You shiver every day, but hold fast alone -
This burden is for you to carry and atone,
Will God forgive if you celibize to your grave?
Think of nothing but the shivering of your soul against the cold.
You know a woman will not warm you, but the frost bites,
Your soul shrivels as you find hopelessness in its might,
You think of your legacy, and how it will be thrown from light;
Think of nothing but the shivering of your soul against the cold.
You recall your parents' urgence, and understand the message:
You thought not of your soul until the cold set a shiverage.
You are held back from your purpose and design by a grip:

Lust.

Think nothing but the shivering of your soul against the cold.
You will find a warmth in the hope of the Eternal Fire Bold.
I find victory in a fire that will engulf this little world;
I find freedom in a Savior that proclaims hope into my hold.
I find Him in the intervention of His placing men into my mold.
I find a community of support to tackle the hell of sin on Earth.
I find peace, love, understanding, breakthrough... and worth.




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