In every man is a feral wolf.
A shadow.
Pure aggression.
Pure hatred.
Pure violence.
Pure lust.
When he is in our conscious
We have no reason to dream.
Rather, we act on his impulses
Making love with whomever we want.
Killing with words and insults.
Hide him, we begin to see the man we truly
Were, making love in our dreams
Killing, pillaging, destroying.
When, however, he is not hidden
When he is in our actions and daily lives,
We do not perceive what he is doing.
We do not know how rotten we truly are.
We say of ourselves, “I’m a good person.”
Meanwhile, we exclude others.
Meanwhile, we make unabashed love
To every sex organ that will allow us…
When we’ve truly shocked ourselves
We begin to make it a part of our personality
Insisting that we were born this way.
It is true… that we were born with this apparition.
This thing that will legalize every crime
So we get off Scot-free.
Soon, it becomes us.
Its fears, its impulses
Its resentment, the animal.
It writhes in our bones.
Feral, we live unhindered by every one of our wicked devices.
What does Christ do for us?
He chains this abomination,
And with enough prayer, fasting and love,
He casts the very thing into the sea.
That is what Christ offers his servants.
He removes this violence in us
And binds it first in our dreams.
Then, the cur unlooses,
And is killed—
He is killed on Christ’s body
And when Christ arises,
It is us, our new man.
That should be religion…
The removal of this animal in us.
If our genes are that of a homosexual
Murderer, rapist or adulterer,
That shadow will be thrown off
And renewed in Christ.
It is a miracle—
It is a transformation.
And, it is true that it can be healed.
B. K. Neifert 